“Seriously,” Player Two agreed, his voice deep. “It’s clear she knows each of us inside and out.”
“Especially me,” Player Three added, massaging his wrist with a frown. “She even knew about my hand injury and where my weaknesses were. She pinpointed our team's problems in just a few sentences.”
“Who is that girl? The way she was so calm… it honestly gave me the creeps,” Player Four remarked with an incredulous chuckle.
MystiCat, the captain, sat on the sofa, Juniper’s image and her commanding tone replaying in his mind.
“Don’t you guys think…” MystiCat began, slowly looking up, his voice low and raspy.
“Think what?” The other four turned to him in unison.
“Don’t you think her way of talking is a bit like Demon’s?” MystiCat’s eyes were deadly serious, devoid of any hint of a joke. “Especially the way she chewed us out. It was exactly like him.”
“What are you trying to say?” At the mention of Demon, the playful mood vanished, and everyone grew serious. “Are you suggesting that little girl is Demon?”
After a moment of silence, they burst out laughing. “Seriously, are you kidding me? We may have never seen Demon’s face, but we’ve heard him speak. Our leader is a guy.”
Besides, the girl was just a teenager. How could she possibly be connected to Demon? It was too absurd.
“Maybe the pressure’s just getting to me and I’m overthinking things,” MystiCat muttered, knowing how ridiculous his idea sounded. “How could a teenage girl be Demon?”


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