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Akua stared at the weapon in her hands.
Just… just a twitch of her fingers. And everything would be solved.
She could do this. She had to do this. She was the leader, and she had teammates depending on her. They needed the funds, and money was money, wasn’t it? Just a twitch of her fingers.
The pounding resumed on her door. “No, Akua! Don’t do it!” Noriko’s voice. She was always the most conservative of them, rational and by-the-book. But that wasn’t how you got ahead. “Don't, Akua! You’ll never be able to take it back! Akua!!!”
Akua took a deep breath, steeling her nerves. Noriko wouldn't do it, but she would. She would do what was best for her team, her group, her family. Abyss. She steadied her hands. There might be no way back, but it was at least a way forward, wasn’t it?
The racket outside finally tapered off. Akua supposed that they had finally sensed her resolve. Akua let out a controlled breath and steadied the device of great destructive power in her hands. Just a twitch of her fingers—
Something clicked and the door to Akua’s bedroom burst open. A pink head peered in: “Ah, sorry Akurin, Fuuka picked your lock—”
Noriko pushed Fuuka aside and stormed into the room, snatching the Polaroid camera out of Akua’s hands. She glared down at Akua, black eyes crackling with fury and annoyance. “Feet pics, Akua? Really?” She whirled on the ball of her foot, trying to shake off Akua’s grabby hands on her shirt. “For goodness’s sake, Akua! I’m never letting you touch this thing again.”
“Nooooooo—” Outside the Room of Chaos and Insanity, Aestya stared down at her Switch determinedly, desperately ignoring the ruckus. Oh, she just unlocked a new CG. “I have pretty feet Noriko let me capitalize on them! Noooooooo—"
Aestya stared sightlessly down at her visual novel as a great crash sounded in the Room. She needed a reminder: why was she in an idol group with these people again?