CHAPTER XXXII

           (THE SIN OF LUST)

     WALKING back and forth from left to right, Aira’s steps echo throughout the closed room as she is thinking deep and way too deep while starring back to the whiteboard of her created list and faces of the ones, she is secretly spying upon with the red string that connected them one by one. 

     “Something’s wrong?”

     With her attention quite taken from the deep voice and authoritative nature, the person sitting comfortably on the couch asks her. She stops looking back at him as she calls his name answering. 

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