Part IV: Confrontation

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The island that the Society resided on was created decades ago as some sort of prison. At least that was what I heard when I first awoken from the surgery. Decades ago in the outside world, prisons had begun to grow crowded. Many criminals ran free since there was simply no more room to imprison them. A solution was proposed. The criminals were to be sent away to an island. They were to be sorted into different groups by a group of scientists and then underwent a memory surgery, erasing their pasts. They would wake up with a new name and a new identity, confused as to who they were or how they got there.

They handed me an identification card: Nila L’anme, supervisor of the Cronus class. This was my name and that was my job. My group was located within the Entrance Hallway, inspecting each and every member of the society who passed through the building to reach their destination.

It was a quiet day, only a few Society members passed through the area. The hallway had been silent until I heard loud, confident footsteps. Maybe if she had meekly tiptoed by with her head hanging down I would have simply let her pass without a word, as she was a member of the Veritas class, but something about the way she carried herself down the hall made me stop her.

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“Aren’t you going to check her?” I growled at the closest Cronus member standing by me.

“Well, I mean she IS a member of the Veritas class and—“

“Bartholomew.” My tone was sharp.

“Y—yes ma’am,” he stuttered and dashed over to the girl. Seconds later he returned.

“She’s clean,” Bartholomew mumbled sheepishly. I shot him a glare.

“You didn’t inspect her properly, go back and do it again. I’m watching you closer this time.” He glanced at the whip that hung from my belt loop against my hip and cringed, walking back over to the girl.

“You again?” she asked. She looked over at me. “Something the matter?”

Normally people would shrink in my presence. Standing at 5’10, 6” with heels, I towered over most people. However, this girl managed to bring me to her size with her air of confidence despite the fact that she was looking up at me. She held a smug look upon her face, causing me to back up a bit.

“Nothing, we just need to properly inspect any and every person that passes through this area,” I responded with a slight bitterness in my voice, something I couldn't exactly explain.

“Check away. I have nothing to hide,” she smirked, even holding her arms out for Bartholomew to pat down. When she left, he stood up, a bit flustered. I curled my fists as she walked away from me, feeling a bit insulted. Maybe I was taking this too personally. Maybe if Bartholomew was doing his job properly, I wouldn’t have noticed her, but I did and I couldn’t understand why as I anger filled my mind.

“Bartholomew,” I said aloud.

“Y—yes?” he asked.

“Keep an eye on that girl,” I commanded, my heels banging loudly against the floor loudly as I walked away from a baffled Bartholomew.

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