"You know..." Shin said, standing on top of a half-crushed car, its hood creaking under his weight. "I'm not going to lose a fight to someone who hops from one body to another like she's changing outfits."
Gegee smirked, arms folded, a lazy sway in her hips. "I'm not running away, darling. I'm just... dramatically repositioning to a better version of myself."
Shin scoffed, pacing atop the car, the blade of his dagger tapping rhythmically against his palm. "And you want me dead because I killed... your brother?"
At the mention of her brother, he noticed it again—that twitch in her eye. Like his words were digging knives into her soul.
"That's stupid, if you ask me," Shin boomed, theatrically throwing his arms up. "I get why you're pissed. But chasing revenge in the middle of the goddamn apocalypse? That's just sad. Trust me, it ain't worth it."
