Thinking of the Wynns, Serena's thoughts then turned to the Lancasters.
Would... they mind who she was?
Her long, dark lashes trembled slightly.
After only a few seconds of thought, her eyes regained their usual coolness, and her slender fingers slowly typed on the keyboard.
Demon: [Yeah.]
Her single word made the entire group explode.
Countless messages flooded the chat like a live stream's comment section, just as lively as it had been four years ago.
A flicker of light danced in Serena's eyes.
She smirked and was about to type when a familiar codename caught her attention.
Black Jack: [What? Done playing normal?]
The moment that message appeared, the flood of new posts in the group chat seemed to freeze.
Black Jack: [Normal people don't have access to the Gray Zone network.]
The sarcasm was palpable, even through the screen.
Instead of getting angry, Serena smiled, the curve of her red lips deepening. [Being normal is pretty boring.]
Black Jack: [So, you only think of us when you're bored?]
Demon: [Am I not allowed to?]
The person who had replied instantly was silent for a good ten seconds.
Then, as if grinding their teeth, they typed.
Black Jack: [Demon, did you spend four years in Elyndor just learning how to grow a thicker skin?]
Demon: [I've missed you guys.]
Again, the chat went silent for over ten seconds.
Black Jack: [God, you're the death of me!]
Black Jack: [You just fucking wait!]
Black Jack: [I'm flying to Elyndor right now. If you dare run, I'll skin you alive!]
The three messages popped up almost simultaneously.
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