She found herself in a room when she opened her eyes. The bed she lay on contained a scent she recognized, stronger this time. It seemed like the man had spent more time on this bed then the other one she slept in last time…Did that man bring her home again?

Uncovering the blanket, she unsurprisingly discovered that her clothes had reverted to the dress his sister gave her that morning, not her black and dark pink battle gear.

She remembered her powerlessness in the final encounter with the dark beast. A full-strength claw attack sent her flying backward. The pain in her back upon hitting the wall felt as if her internals were skewed. She recall falling to the ground and passing out, unaware of what happened next.

When did he bring her home? Was it when she was still in the black and red battle gear, or when she was in this sleeveless skirt? Did he witness the battle gown morphing into the sleeveless skirt? Do she need to eliminate him to keep this a secret…No, there was no need for eliminations, since there was no need to keep this a secret anymore.

She should have been gone long ago, so maintaining this secret and continuing to live was not her choice.

She just…hoped she wouldn’t receive those kinds of glares anymore, but the revealed secret would likely subject her to those stares again.

Never mind, she could hide away from it.

The door opened, and the guy who let her stay overnight in his home back in the suburb came in with a glass of water. He smiled upon seeing her sitting on the bed, “You’re awake! Come, have some water. You’ve slept for long hours; it’s almost nighttime now. See how pretty the sunset is?”

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He handed her the water and opened the curtain, revealing the sky painted in hues of orange and crimson that merrily cloaked the city with emerging lights. Turning around, he mentioned, “You passed out on the street. I happened to pass by that area, so I just had to pick you up. Hope you don’t mind.”

After looking at him for a moment, she spoke, “You’re tailing me.”

He looked puzzled, “Why would I do so? I have no reason to follow you, isn’t it?”

“I’m not dumb.” She sensed that he treated her as though she were a child or someone with a challenged mind, but she didn’t feel looked down upon or mocked. Simultaneously, she was perplexed by the reason behind his words. Was he trying to trick her into believing his lie? But that wouldn’t bring him any benefits, would it?

They stared at each other silently for a while. Then, the easygoing smile on his face faded, and smirked with a hidden undertone, “True, you’re not dumb, I do, in fact, tailed you.”

Noticing her silence, he asked, “Don’t you want to ask me why I’m doing so? Or what happened when I took you home?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

He knew she was true to what she said, deepening his curiosity.

“Knowing that information could better help protect yourself, yet you don’t consider it a matter…You don’t value your safety.” As if she had no will to live. He picked a lock of her hair; the dark-pink long hair dimly glowed in the sunset environment. “However, you cover up your differences with others, and you never stay in one place unless there’s no one around you. If this is not for your own safety, then it must be for others…You consider yourself a dangerous threat.”

“Yes, I will eventually bring harm to them.” She looked at his hand as he released her lock of hair. It gracefully glided and fell lightly, slowly, and beautifully, defying gravitation, as if charmed by magic.

“Could you tell me about that?” He pulled a chair near the desk and looked at her carefully, attempting to search for some clue, some hesitation, some other expression.

But no. She simply said it casually, as if what she said was, “The weather is very nice today”.

“Because I was born from darkness.”