It turned out that if Lightchaser wanted something, Lightchaser got it.
Rita could have resisted—at first. But then Cinders showed up.
The moment she heard she could call her other-timeline self, Cinders clearly got curious.
The two of them cornered Rita in Lightchaser's apartment just like back when they had trapped her in that room making Scratch Cards, insisting she hand over the revolver.
In the end, they compromised, letting Cinders go first.
If anyone was likely to answer a call out of curiosity, it would be Cinders.
Rita opened the chamber, dumped the three bullets inside, loaded Brilliance, spun the cylinder a few times, and handed the gun to Cinders.
Cinders's actions were always more decisive than they appeared. She read the instructions, then pointed the gun at her own head and fired.
Nothing. An empty shot.
Under the watchful eyes of Lightchaser and Rita, Cinders continued pulling the trigger.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
