Minhyuk Park:

"Minhyuk. Get out of bed." Trigger's strong voice cut through my peaceful sleep.

"No. Fuck off." Refusing to open my eyes, I curled further into my blankets. They were so warm.

"Baldy wants you."

"Tell him to go fuck himself." The last thing I wanted to do was see the bald man so early in the morning. "Also it's Mirror now."

"That's such an emo name." Alright, probably not my best name choice. As soon as the conversation with my father was done, I had to fill out a form with my new name. There was no warning, whatsoever so I had to go off the top of my head.

"Like yours is any better. Who calls themself Trigger?"

"I have a reason for mine." What reason? Also, Castle isn't that great, either. Why is everyone's name so stupid?

"Whatever. Tell baldy to leave me alone."

"He's offering you a job, you know." I could almost hear Trigger's envy as she spoke. The woman, although very capable, was unable to take on many jobs given her father's position. After all, if the daughter of the Secretary of Defense got involved with any sort of scandal, that would be the end of her father's career. Even though she wrote it off without a care, her voice always got a little colder when I brought it up.

"So?"

"That's your response? He's gonna tell your dad, you know."

"Do not disappoint me."

My "father's" voice echoed through my mind, forcing me to get up. His dark, cold eyes bore through me no matter where I went, even though he was nowhere nearby. The moment I caught myself slacking and anything, I could feel the phantom of him breathing down my neck. Literally.

"Fine. I'll be out in a sec." With a sigh, Trigger left. I waited until I heard my door shut before opening my eyes. How the fuck is she getting in my room? Shrugging on a shirt and some jeans, I grabbed a jacket and walked out, locking the door behind me. Trigger stood just outside my door, arms crossed, gazing at the neighboring door. None of the doors in the hall were labeled, but after walking into my neighbor's room enough times, I memorized which one was mine. It's not my fault the woman never locked her door.

"Where's Castle?" The woman had been missing for the past week, not that I missed her snide remarks or anything.

"Working." Trigger seemed duller than usual, almost tired. I had grown so accustomed to her firm, confident personality, it was startling. Even her curls seemed to droop with every passing day. Castle, you better get your ass back here before your girlfriend melts.

"On what?" I was met by silence, though the furrow of her perfectly trimmed brows told me not to push further.

Our walk was surrounded by an air of staleness. The building had an unbelievable amount of doors, and if not for Trigger, I would be lost in the maze forever. More than once I had shown up late to a meeting or a class before being assigned a guard to guide me around when Trigger wasn't there. Eventually, we came upon the familiar door that always tended to open to my worst nightmares. I approached it, feeling the distaste that echoed through the darkened glass. After the encounter with my father, I had definitely learned my lesson in regards to knocking. Carefully, I rapped on the door before waiting for a response.

"Come in, Mirror." I sighed in relief upon hearing baldy's thick voice. Trigger followed me into the room, standing behind the chair I sat in. Her tall figure served as some sort of guardian hovering over my shoulder. It was calming, to say the least.

"May I ask what you called me here for?" Even though the woman behind me said it was a job, she didn't specify.

"How would you feel about leading our new company?" From what I knew, Camp Progress had started up various companies over the few years since it had been founded. They generally dealt in crooked dealings, under the guise of a fully functional syndicate.

"What does the company do?" I had already decided that I wanted no hand in anything illegal, though I wasn't sure I had a choice in this situation.

"It will be producing all the weapons used by officials." What? I'm not even able to legally drink yet. "Your leadership and loyalty that you have displayed prove that you are ready for the job. Of course, you will be operating under someone until you are twenty-one." Guess I really did sign my life away. Trigger squeezed my shoulder, no doubt telling me to respond quickly.

"Okay." What type of responsible adult hands over a company to a teenager?

"You will start next month. I will inform your father of our deal. I'm sure he will be proud."

"Do not disappoint me." A phantom of cold fingers walked across my throat as I spoke.

"Thank you very much, sir." With a nod of my head, I stood.

"One more thing," he paused, "Trigger, please leave us for a moment." The woman looked at me, brows knit in concern before exiting the room.

"What else did you need, sir?"

"I just wanted to inform you that we have apprehended Ms. Johnson." Stephanie. Immediately, anger swelled under my skin. Finally, I would be able to punish that traitor.

"Good."

"I hope you are ready to deal with her." You can only imagine.

"Yes, sir."

"You are dismissed."

I met Trigger in the hallway. The woman was picking at her nail polish. Flakes of pale blue fell to the cold floor, forgotten. Castle had painted them a while ago after doing her own. Recalling their conversation during the activity, I almost laughed.

"What the fuck Miranda? It's obviously blue." Castle was looking at her girlfriend incredulously.

"I thought they were grey!" Trigger tried to defend herself, waving her hands around frantically.

"Are fucking color blind?"

"Not that I'm aware of..."

"What's up?" Trigger turned to me, shoving her hands in her pockets. Did something happen to Castle?

"Nothing. What did baldy want?"

"Just telling me that they finally caught Steph." I couldn't help but say her name with disdain. Trigger noticed but chose to move her curly hair behind her ear instead of confronting me.

"Let's go eat." Following the woman, I lost myself in my thoughts. Soon, I'd finally have my own revenge and avenge San in the process. I was so close to victory, I could taste it.

We entered the dining hall, void of occupants. Everyone else was supposed to be at some training event by now. I approached the counter, barely glancing at the menu.

"I'll take an apple." My focus was placed solely upon the hands serving me. The threats from my father only made me more certain. "San?"

Silence.

The hands disappeared, momentarily.

"Hurry up slowpoke." Trigger had already collected her food from the other counter and had perched herself on a table.

The hands reappeared, a crimson apple held in the right. They were thin, and the familiar warmth from before had faded. Maybe I was mistaken.

"'Kay." I turned to leave, taking the fruit that the hands offered.

As soon as my back was to the counter, I heard the faintest whisper.

"Min?"