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 eyesβsomething that didnβt quite seem human.
βA-Are you human?β
At her question, a look of pure joy blossomed on the face of the tyrant, once etched with loneliness.
βWhat do you even gain from this?β
βWhat I want? Just one thing. Without permissionβ¦β
Despite his calm expression, his yellow eyes seemed to blaze.
His tongue curled mischievously as he whispered:
βDonβt run away from me.β
A chill colder than fear ran down Arinβs spine.





