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POV: Junko Enoshima
"MUKURO!!!!!!!!!!" I scream from my office.
"Yes sister?" She asks me.
"WHY IS THE BUILDING SHAKING?" I continue to scream at her.
"I don't know, I'll investigate."
I scoff and return back to the giant stack of papers on my desk.
Why do I have so much fan mail It's harder than I thought being famous.
I pull out a lighter and light a corner of a paper in the pile and it all bursts into flames immediately.
The warm heat blasting against my face and the giant fire crackling out. It's all gone, just a pile of ashes on my desk.
Well… a lot of the stuff was probably weird shit like porn and body parts. People really just risk their lives for me..
Cutting off my thoughts, Mukuro bursts into my office.
"The building is shaking because there is an explosive under the building and it may be 1 or 2 minutes from going off.."
"TELL ME YOU DEFUSED IT."
"I sent someone to do it."
"Good."
"Now, why do you have a pile of asked on your desk?"
"Just removing some fan mail."
"Well, don't burn down your office okay?"
"I can do what I want I. Am. Your. Boss."
She darts out of the room and the rumbling finally stops.
I head out of my office and enter one of the surgery rooms, where we are trying to make "hope"
I start pushing open the door and then behind me there was a scream from somewhere nearby. A scream like someone is dying…