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Matias swore and jumped, his knees shooting up to his chest as he anticipated a fall. The innards of the carriage creaked with each shift in movement.

"Those things," he yelled, pointing vaguely at the blurry black figures. "The shadow things! They're freaking out!"

His sight focused on Midnight now, who looked in serious pain. With both hands now free he laid them atop her upper side and rubbed her softly.

"¿Que pasas? Just hold on for a little longer, we're almost there..."

He then looked forwards, doubt clouding his head.

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Sorry that Matias is so mean, i keep telling him to stop but he won't listen. I hope this temporary fluff makes up for it

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The more the carriage rattled along, the wetter Matias's palm got. Still, he didn't move. His hand pressed a tad harder onto the wound to try and contain the flow.

"You almost done with that?" Matias asked Iris. "I'm not sure if I can hold the blood for any lo–?"

There was a sudden, shaky warmth at his free hand, making him jolt. He looked down and saw a pale hand gripping at it weakly. He would have yanked himself away had he not seen who the hand was attached to. Well, he probably would have anyway, but the boss was quite literally dying at this point. Some tact would be nice.

So he gripped it right back, running his thumb along the middle knuckle.

"We're almost there. I hope."

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The inertia from the sudden movement nearly hurled Matias over his seat, though his legs got quite the stretch. He let out a yelp as he gripped the lower edge of the seat, attempting to stabilize himself.

"This thing's fast," he huffed, patting his feet on the ground.

It was then that he noticed Midnight bleeding once again. He had a good reach on her, so he took one hand and gently pressed it on the wound, over the fabric of her shirt. The dampness under his palm grew with time, but he didn't move for even a second.

"Deep breaths," he muttered, looking forwardd now.

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While Matias had to admit that it was his first time seeing a horse-drawn carriage in person– let alone one as modernized as this– he had little time to visually appreciate it as the three hauled Midnight inside. He scrambled in place a bit as he tried to find the steps (More stairs! What did he just say?!), but he thankfully did, climbing up and setting himself down on the first seat he could find.

But then his hand went to his mouth.

"Wait," he said, "Where's this thing gonna take us? The warehouse?"

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Matias let out an exasperated sigh, his head lowering slightly as his eyes closed tightly but briefly.

"We can worry about everything else later," he said, "but first we have to worry about you. Now come on."

He stepped over to Midnight's left and hooked her arm in his. With Iris's help he carried the boss over to the room as directed. Past the bookcase sat the staircase, just as promised; still, he almost tripped in his haste. Thankfully, this flight of stairs was much more forgiving than the ones he traversed previously, but Matias could already feel his legs start to cry.

"Don't even make me think about stairs when we're out of here," he grumbled.

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"Me cago en la..."

Matias threw his head up from the file, his fist slamming against the desk. He was glaring directly at Midnight now.

"Will you just let us help you?! If we stay here, we're gonna be in even bigger trouble, and you might just die right here. I get you need your anonymity, but seriously."

Matias stood up, hands on his hips.

"Where's that office? We can't waste any more time."

Questions and Answers

Yeah it's known, but I'll bop Britney til I die NGL NGL

If you listen to EDM, what's you're favorite subgenre? If you don't, who's your favorite musical artist at the moment?

Word association Game!

cringe

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Matias hobbled over to Dante to get a closer look at the file. The aforementioned information was on this particular sheet, barely discernable in the ocean of condensed font but still there.

"Then there's gotta be a slave owner," he said, "that might clue us in. Then again, I feel like this might be a collective effort..."

He then looked towards Iris and company.

"How's the boss looking? Think they'll make it?"