Back downstairs in the kitchen, Zahra leaned against the counter and sighed heavily. This hadn't been the life she'd planned, but then again, she hadn't ever really planned much of her life to begin with. With overbearing, typical Egyptian parents, she had been goaded into going to school. When she had fought their decision, they offered her a deal, or rather, an ultimatum: she must go to school, but they would let her study whatever she pleased. The opportunity had provided her with a chance to truly spite them. Though they had hoped, under their parental pressure, that Zahra would choose to study medicine or law, but she hit them right where it hurt: she studied an art -- writing, to be more precise. And that's all she had ever hoped -- to break them of their strength.

Spotting a small bit of spilled flour on the counter, Zahra began tracing out her name in the whiteness, while her other hand reached into her pocket and dialed up the only "friend" she really had in the world.

زهرة نصار

"Don't call me. Busy...with things."

There came the sound of a rather girlish voice from somewhere in the background from Mystica's side. A giggle? No, far more sinister.

"Shut up. Slight issue with your instructions."

"Yes, Zak's friend. I know. She's not necessarily a wrench in our plan; more of a momentary distraction. You know what I like to say -- every new face is one of two things: either an enemy, or an opportunity."

"...okay? Wait, how do you know?"

"Get on the woman's good side. See what she can offer us. If she might prove beneficial to us, earn her trust. If she is a hindrance, eliminate her."

"I'm not going to murder some chick in Zak's hou--"

CLICK

"Goddammit..."

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