This community may be chaotic, but itâs not much better anywhere else. Once people run out of food, theyâll do whatever it takes to survive.
Thatâs when disputes will break out. Slowly, gangs will form, each looking out for their own interests. Itâs inevitable.
Basil Xavier and his people worked for the government. Although theyâd heard about the situation outside, they never had to worry about food or shelter. Without experiencing it firsthand, they could never truly know how cruel the world had become.
Basil Xavier swallowed, unable to form a response. He had a point. Since heâd never been in their shoes, he really had no right to judge.
"So what was the deal with those people just now? Was that a different gang?"
After a moment of silence, Basil Xavier spoke up again.
âTodayâs group didnât seem to be with the one from yesterday. They looked a bit more righteous, too.â
âProbably because their leader is a more decent person.â
âBut why did they come looking for Stella Sterling?â
âAnd what role does Stella play in all this, alone amidst these gangs?â
âFrom what heâd observed, the leader of that group placed a lot of importance on Stella. You could even say he was a little wary of her.â
âIt seemed Stella Sterling was no simple figure in this building.â
âHe was very curious. Did Gordon Ford know his friend was like this?â
"You wanna know? Then go find out yourself. How should I know?"
Stella Sterling shot him a look and scoffed.
âShe hadnât gotten involved in the buildingâs affairs. While she had a general idea of the situation, she hadnât known who was pulling the strings behind the scenes.â
âBut now it seemed that Bell and his cronies had been one faction, causing all sorts of trouble in the building, and the remaining residents had banded together to deal with them.â
âThe leader of this new group appeared to be the bald man from the fourth floor.â
âShe didnât know anything about this bald man from the fourth floor or what kind of person he was. But as long as he didnât cross her, they could coexist peacefully. She didnât care who he was.â
âAs for Bellâs crew, most of them were already dead by her hand. The few who remained were no threat, but she couldnât rule out the possibility that they were secretly trying to recruit again.â
âThe human heart was the hardest thing to predict. There would always be people like Bell and his ilk in the world. Even if she killed them, others like them would just pop up to take their place.â
âShe knew the gist of it, but why should she tell *him*?â
Basil Xavier was once again left speechless by Stella Sterlingâs words. He scratched his head and glanced toward Gordon Ford.
âThis woman was Gordonâs friend, so heâd naturally treated her like one of his own people, but she was a little too cold!â
âHow did a guy like Gordon end up falling for a girl like this? She was impossible!â
Stella Sterling paid no mind to what he was thinking. She turned to Gordon Ford, her tone icy. "Your wound hasnât healed yet. If you keep being so careless, you might as well go stand in the community garden and put yourself out of your misery. Save yourself the trouble of dragging this out!"
Without waiting for Gordon to reply, she slammed the door in their faces. SLAM!
To be honest, Gordon Ford and Stella Sterling had known each other for years, and she had always been so gentle. This was the first time heâd ever seen this fiery side of her. It was like seeing a completely different person.
He let out a low chuckle.
Basil Xavier didnât understand what Gordon found so amusing. "Your friend has a really weird temper. And Iâm starting to suspect you never really knew her at all."
Gordonâs expression was serene, his voice cool. "We were apart for eight months. Weâve grown a little distant, thatâs all. Itâs fine. Weâll get to know each other again, slowly."
âMaybe he really hadnât understood her completely before, but it wasnât too late to start now.â
Basil Xavier gave him a strange look, a thought stuck in his throat that he wasnât sure whether to voice.
âHer attitude was just âa little distantâ?â
âHe scratched his head, not knowing what to say. Maybe this was just how the two of them always interacted. Maybe he was the one who didnât get it.â
His mind couldnât help but drift back to the first time he saw Stella Sterling. She had cut a man down without batting an eye, without a single moment of hesitation. Even though the world was different now, her ability to adapt was a little *too* strong.
Her calmness after taking a life... that wasnât the reaction of a normal person.
If she hadnât been the one to save his life, and if it werenât for her relationship with Gordon, Basil Xavier would have steered well clear of someone like her.
He didnât know if Stella Sterling had always been this cold, or if the changed world had forced her to become this wayâif she had seen and done so much to survive that it had hardened her.
He didnât say anything on the way downstairs. It wasnât until they were back in their room that he looked at Gordon Ford seriously. "For real, though. I think thereâs something off about your friend. Sheâs too cold, Gordon. Do you really know her at all?"
Gordon Ford glanced at him, his expression showing none of the gentleness heâd had in front of Stella Sterling. "I know what youâre trying to say, but Iâd like you to stop probing. Sheâs not your suspect. You donât need to get to the bottom of her business or figure out what kind of person she is."
"âMaybe you think sheâs a little too cold, and combined with your first impression of her, youâre jumping to conclusions. But how can anyone survive in this world if they arenât a little ruthless?â"
"âWe havenât experienced the cruelty of the outside world recently, so we donât know how hard it is to survive out there. But the woman I knew was always gentle. I donât know what she went through to become the way she is now, but there have to be reasons.â"
"âBesides, those men from yesterday... didnât they deserve to die?â"
As he finished, Gordonâs voice grew even colder, and a murderous aura emanated from him.
Basil Xavier shut his mouth, saying no more. He couldnât refute Gordonâs words.
âIt wasnât that he had anything against Stella Sterling. She had helped them so much and even saved his life. Deep down, he was grateful.â
âHe was just... deeply curious about her. He couldnât help but want to figure her out.â
âBut Gordon was right about one thing: she wasnât his suspect. He shouldnât be investigating her. After all, she wasnât hostile toward themâat least, not at the moment.â
He said, "Alright, I get it. I didnât mean anything by it."