Summary
“Is the game of hide-and-seek finally over?”
Arin couldn’t help but gape at the beast that appeared before her.
She stared, dumbfounded, at the rugged muscles visible through his tattered clothes, his faded golden irises, and his assertive black pupils.
No matter how she looked, there was something uncanny about his eyes—something that didn’t quite seem human.
“A-Are you human?”
At her question, a look of pure joy blossomed on the face of the tyrant, once etched with loneliness.
“What do you even gain from this?”
“What I want? Just one thing. Without permission…”
Despite his calm expression, his yellow eyes seemed to blaze.
His tongue curled mischievously as he whispered:
“Don’t run away from me.”
A chill colder than fear ran down Arin’s spine.
