[JIMINIE]
Everything about the evening felt wrong.
Like a plan that was in motion, but others had so many glitches for some reason. It was almost like he was in a simulation, and the more he stayed in the dungeon and replayed the evening's events and even the day's happenings, Jiminie couldn't believe it.
It was insane, really, given that he was holding onto the body of his dead brother, who was covered in blood, the times that Xiao Zhu had broken him, but it still felt wrong.
Out of place.
Uncanny even.
This wasn't Agust's way of doing things, and Jiminie was going nuts trying to figure out what could have changed so much in the span of hours. It surely couldn't be that the mad king had been trying to fuck their relationship up by killing his best friend, right?
Then again, the body he was holding felt strangely weird. Jiminie felt no attachment to it at all. The worst part of all this was that there were no defense marks, as if this had been an ambush.
