Allen Walker 【3】

This day had turned out to be very turbulent because of one person. And that person was — Komui. His lovely head had come up with yet another idea for creating a new Komurin. You had lost count of how many he had made. 100? 200? Who cares. The main thing was that every time, this miracle creation brought turmoil to the Black Order and severe damage to the entire building.

No matter how much the subordinates begged or pleaded — the Supervisor was always firm in his decision.

And the worst part was that with each new model, Komurin became harder to stop. New programs kept appearing, and its power seemed endless. To stop it, you had to go through agony worse than Akuma attacks.

And on top of the complications with stopping it, you could also incur the Supervisor's wrath! Touch it with a finger — and heavenly punishment would await you.

You hated these creations with all your soul — these spawns of hell. Yes, they undoubtedly had their merits, but they were outweighed by countless flaws. Komurin would turn into an uncontrollable machine, destroying the poor Black Order building.

And why did he always choose weekends to showcase new models?…

You had returned from a mission just a few hours ago. Tired, hungry, and dreaming of only one thing — reaching your bed and falling into a deep sleep. But fate, as always, had other plans.

First, you heard crashing sounds. Then — screaming. And then — Komui's familiar voice, proudly announcing a "minor update" to his creation.

You wanted to turn around and leave, pretending you hadn't heard anything. But it was too late. You had walked right into the epicenter.

All you remembered was Komurin wrapping people from the Science Department in bandages, the robot shooting something at you, and someone grabbing your arm and dragging you away.

You came to your senses in a dark corner, pressed against the wall. A breathless Allen was leaning over you.

— Are you okay? — he asked in a whisper.