"No, I asked you who you work for," Sana pursues, lurching foward with every step and the gun, shakily, but still there, pointing between Nayeon's unmoving eyes. She had emerged quietly from behind the pillars of the office building, wearing an old uniform Sana barely recalls.

Nayeon is uninterested, frozen (but not out of fear), staring into Sana's visage like a deer looking at head lights. Her head tilts, set in stone before she finally responded, "Junior. The subsidary of the Academy..."

She trails off, allowing Sana to pull out the earpiece droning out the nasally voice of her intelligence system. Threat, threat, threat, it had repeated, but she was content with her instincts, considering Nayeon was unarmed and quite frankly, with the appearance and countenance that didn't scream hostility, not even mutter it, she was sure.

"...and you are Minatozaki Sana. Graduated top of your class, gaining a distinction in all subjects before beginning work ten years ago, at age eleven. You were too kind-hearted, taken for granted, so to prove your worth the Academy told you to kill the only thing that was keeping you exactly like that."

Sana lowers her arm, as if she had lost any energy in holding up the gun with such accuracy. However, before the faulty light could flicker again, Sana raises it, the aim readily pointed at Nayeon's centre mass. The hardly restrained sigh from Sana makes Nayeon's head tilt once more, before she scathingly responds, "They were murdered."

But even Sana could admit the words seethed through gritted teeth, doing anything but masking her annoyance. Before Nayeon could respond quick enough, Sana stumbles forward messily, a hand wrapped around Nayeon's neck with every intent to hurt, "Junior were... they were all killed."