CONFUSED

For a moment the man didn't answer Mila, he frowned and looked like someone who was deep in thought before he said a name.

"I'm Roy," the man replied. "I'm your friend. I'll escort you to a warmer place. Come here…” he said in a slightly trembling tone.

However, Mila could not be sure, whether Roy sounded a little uncertain because of the cold night that made his voice shudder like someone who was cold, or he was indeed hiding something from Mila.

With watchful eyes, Mila walked closer. The distance between them was quite far with the man's corpse in between.

But, suddenly Mila stopped walking when she saw about five more people coming from the same door, where this man named Roy had come earlier.

Her gray eyes stared at them with displeasure. From the gestures of the five people, Mila could feel that they were going to do something to her.

"Come here Mila," Roy said.

Only then could Mila see that Roy was actually looking at her timidly.

Mila looked behind her and found nothing or anyone, that could make them behave like that.

And an understanding crossed Mila's mind; their body movements showed that she was the ones they were wary of.

But why?

Was she the one who killed the man?

Now, the blood that soaked Mila's chin and front of her body had been washed off, swept away by the rain that began to fall heavily and made her super long hair stick to her body, like a protective jacket.

"Come here Mila, you will get sick if you stay in the rain like this," Roy said. However, even if that was what he said, the reality was; even if this girl got wetter all night or day, she wouldn't get sick like a human.

Yes, this girl wasn't even human to begin with...

Instead of advancing closer, Mila stepped back as Roy continued walking toward her with cautious steps.

"Tell me, who killed that man?" Mila asked in a firmer voice.

Roy glanced back at the corpse of the man, just a few meters in front of him. He was Stevan, a new worker who had only enjoyed working in this agency for three weeks, too bad, he didn't even get to indulge himself with his first salary.

"What do you mean Mila?" Roy asked, now walking past Stevan's corpse, with five other people behind him, about ten steps away, waiting for the signal to ambush the naked girl. "Do you think we were the ones who killed him?"

"Did you guys kill him?" Mila asked, narrowing her eyes suspiciously. The color of her misty eyes shifted from Roy, then toward the other five people behind him, much more alert now.

"We?" Roy raised his eyebrows, his tone rose sharply, making Mila believe that it was a result of real surprise and nothing made up. "Of course we didn't do that Mila."

Roy shook his head in disbelief at the accusation.

"Who is it, then?" Mila asked in a low voice. However, as if answering her question, Mila heard her own voice ringing in her head, which said that she had been the cause of that person's death.

Is that so? Is that true? Mila looked at her own hands. Her hands were thin and seemed to have no strength at all while the man was sure to be much taller and bigger than her.

So, how could she possibly kill that man? After all, there weren't any sharp objects or things that Mila could use as a weapon, so how could she beat him?

All of that didn't make sense, but Roy's answer hinted that she was the culprit.

However, that's what Roy said.

"You saw it yourself, right? I just arrived with some of my friends,” Roy said, waving his hand at the people behind him, who didn't seem like his friends at all. "So how can I kill him?"

Mila was still walking backward while Roy moved forward, step by step.

"You are the who were here Mila. You are the one with him, shouldn't you tell us, who killed him?"

"Are you trying to say that I killed him?" Mila asked defensively.

Somehow, she knew that she had done it herself. She saw for herself how the man's blood had drenched her hands and herself, as well as her mouth earlier...

But why? And more importantly; How? How did Mila kill him?

Regardless of the threat Mila felt from Roy and the five people in front of her, she felt a certain conflict within herself.

"Come here Mila, we won't hurt you," Roy said, this time it seemed like he was being impatient, when he walked so fast toward Mila, breaking through the rain curtain that had become so heavy.

On the other hand, Mila who saw that, became even more panicked and tried to run away. Her instincts told her to get out of there and stay away from these men.

But, where could she go? While she felt trapped at the top level of this building?

Mila finally reached the iron fence that bordered the edge of the building. Holding the trellis very tightly, she then climbed up one bar, while standing unsteadily there.

This turned out to be quite effective to make Roy stop, it's just that the distance between them was as good as nothing.

"Mila, come here, don't be stupid." Roy stretched out his hand, which was trembling because the cold rain had soaked him to the bone.

"Who killed that man?" Mila was repeating the same question.

At first, she didn't care about the death of this strange man, but as soon as she saw Roy and the others, she felt something rustling inside her, but it was definitely not fear… more of… anger?

She didn't know... Mila was a little confused by how she felt now.

"Whoever killed him, has nothing to do with us now, come here and I'll take you somewhere warmer," Roy coaxed.

It's just that, when the mann saw Mila become indecisive, he moved so fast and grabbed Mila's body, knocking her to the floor while the other five people swarmed her quickly, injecting something into her body that made Mila lose her consciousness instantly.