“I won’t make it long. You will accept this bullet instead. I’ll put a brake on the one that’s digging into the heart of that yellow-haired lass if you do.”

“I’ll accept it.”

“Are you going to be okay with that?”

Vespa appeared next to me and asked. I nodded in response.

“An outstanding attitude. Few have managed to withstand my bullet so far.”

Tears are still flowing down Ezra’s face. The Section 3 Fixers died shedding tears. These signs make it evident that the attack is of a psychological nature, whether it’s a Distortion or a Psychoment user. Meaning, this won’t be a test of physical endurance. It’s going to be a matter of willpower.

“You look like a smart cookie. But you know that intelligence and strength of will are two different things, right?”

His words echo from all over the space. I hear the sound of a bullet being loaded into a gun. I can hear whistles as well. I gave Vespa a look. This is the one and only chance for us to trace the bullet back to its source. I trust Vespa to know the meaning of my sign.

“Good. Stay right there.”

BLAM!

The Distortion Detective Chapter 36: The Bullet