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If anything, her lips curled upward slightly in that maddening way of hers. There was something in my eyes and demeanor that made her think I was bluffing because if that wasn’t the case, she would have been trembling by now. Letting go of her for a minute, I turned my back on her, my chest rising and falling in rhythm. If I was in her place, I would have shut my mouth but she wasn't going to do that. Clearing her throat, she said, “Truth is a weapon,” Her voice was steady despite her position. “And right now, you’re holding the wrong end of it.”

"You choose the truth, Ave. Reputations are just shadows. They don't mean anything if you’re living a lie." She looked at me, the conflict in her eyes reaching a boiling point. The choice was between their carefully maintained lives and the dangerous, undeniable truth of what they felt for each other. "I have to find him," she said, grabbing her bag. "I have to find Kai before the hearing." As she ran out of the union, the cool evening air hitting her face, I checked my own phone. The campus group chat was exploding. The "Unexpected Ally" she needed wasn't just me—it was going to have to be the truth itself.

John – POV I stepped closer. “Then they’re about to.” She shook her head slightly. “You don’t understand what you just stepped into.” I didn’t back down. “Then explain it to me.” A pause. And this time— Her voice carried something different. Not fear. Not doubt. Truth. “They’re sending someone you can’t outthink…” “…can’t outrun…” “…and definitely can’t underestimate.” Silence. “Who?” I asked. Her eyes locked onto mine. And for the first time

Then finally spoke. Low. Rough. Certain. “She’s telling the truth.”

“This is the truth.” She took the paper like it might burn her. Unfolded it slowly. Read the header. The numbers. The final, damning word. Positive match, Probability: 99.9998% She sucked in a sharp, wounded breath. I braced for anger. For her to shove me out the door. For anything. Instead she looked up, eyes glistening, voice steady despite the tremor. Instead, she looked at me, eyes shining, but steady. “I’ve thought about this for a long time,” she said quietly, as if the truth had been waiting between us all along. “I was just waiting for one of you to finally tell me the truth.”

“Your necklace. May I see it?” Seolurrie showed them her necklace which is hidden inside her clothes. She didn’t take it off. She felt that something bad will happen if she took it off. “Hmm. It looks like an ordinary necklace for me. Are you sure what you saw was real?” “I don’t have time to be delusional. I know that what happened was real. The truth, just like how true that I came out of a gate.” “Not everything that you said can be true. There are no evidence about everything else except the fact that you came out of a gate. And a few more days you will get your hunter license. You know what will happen, right?”

I tell her. Slowly, she begins to back away as her form starts shifting again. As she enters the treeline, time begins once again as normal. When I make eye contact with Elle I can tell that she has learned the truth already. Chelsea, on the other hand, did not learn the truth yet. This is going to be my first test on honesty with her and it is not one that I am going to fail.

Going dangerously closer to his standing figure, which was stinking, she whispered besides his ear dominating all his stubbornness, “Truth.” The man looked at her perplexed, not understanding what she meant. But then she added a few more words to make him aware of her purpose and the reason behind his condition, “I want truth, and that too….RIGHT NOW.” She said the last words bit by bit. It was him who was clearly aware of her ways. Had it been someone else, he would have been peed in his pants, merely by her killing aura and daggering eyes.

“Okay, Rue. Truth. That TA you fucked for a grade… Professor Callahan’s boy. Was he any good? I want details. What did he make you do? What was his kink? And be specific.” It was a Truth designed to strip her bare in a different way. To make her relive and vocalize a private, transactional shame. Rue’s eyes filled with tears. “I… I don’t…” “The game doesn’t allow ‘I don’t,’” Cassie interjected softly from her throne. Her voice was gentle but implacable. “You chose Truth, Rue. Tell it.”