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Confusion bubbled, anger simmered as I flipped the pages. Such delicious darkness, I think I'll enjoy tearing it from you, piece by fragile piece. Was he...Was he saying the quotes from the book earlier? I snapped my head at him, but he was already looking at me. He was looking at me. This blind man was looking at me. His piercing eyes lit up amused, sinfully crafted lips curved, and I noticed, under the dim light and amidst the panic attack I was about to have. He had a dimple.

I stood in front of my mother, backing toward the bed step by step. Staring at the widening crack in the doorway, sweat covered my forehead as I felt completely helpless without any weapon. Then the door was violently forced open, with the bottom of the wardrobe making a terrible screeching sound like metal on train tracks. A pair of dirty boots stepped into the room. "Did you think blocking the door would save you? I don't have the patience for games." The man smiled crookedly, his disgusting gaze scanning the room. I froze in place, staring at the gleaming knife in his hand, its cold light reflecting off his filthy knuckles.

I pushed hard against whatever was on top of me. “Callie? So you’re awake?” A smug growl came from nearby. “Callie?” I asked, confused, forcing my body to sit up. “Why are the lights off?” A silence fell over the room before a mocking laugh exploded, filling the foul-smelling space. “That’s a good one—you’re blind, remember?” The man’s voice vibrated with mockery as he grabbed my elbow tightly. “I missed you, my little fiancée.” Something deep in my chest growled defensively. I felt the flesh of my hands tear as claws extended naturally. I swiped at what I assumed was his face, slicing through his skin. The metallic scent of blood filled the air.

He reached out his hand, and I took it. His hand was rough and heavily calloused, unlike any I had ever held. This was the hand of a worker, an assassin, and a man who saw through every lie. Walking out of the gray building, I could feel the sun hit my face. I lifted my head, my eyes closed, as the sun shone over my face. A gust of wind blew in from the harbor, smelling of brine and, lastly, liberty.

Three men burst into the room, dressed in black from head to toe, their silhouettes standing out like menacing shadows in the dim light. One of them, more imposing than the others, stood straight as a blade. He wore a black mask that revealed only his eyes—cold, implacable. Raphina, half-lying on the bed, jumped at the noise. His heart began to race, his brain unable to process what was happening. He didn't even have time to open his mouth before one of the men lunged at him.

“Did you hear that? Please tell me you all heard that.” “This... this blind bitch is the one who made us? Do you know how ridiculous you sound right now? Midnight Bloom is one of the biggest publishing companies out there. We worked hard to build this place. We did that. “Not some random blind woman who can’t even walk across a hallway without ending up flat on the floor.” She turns back to me, her eyes dripping with fake sympathy. “Sweetheart, if you’re that desperate for attention, just say it. You didn’t have to make up some pathetic fantasy story just to feel important for five minutes.”

Soon, the rest of his hand turned limp while she stood still and crushed his confidence. As she watched the man’s face wear pain, Zaramanni's eyes traveled to the man who was being beaten and as she watched him struggle to get up while he tapped the dirty ground severally, she realized that he was without sight. The fact that they ganged up and molested a blind person instantly angered Zara who glared at the other men, daring them to come get a taste of great pain. She was ready to check what else her half-fairy powers could do when she stilled because something flashed in her mind.

"So, I have a theory that something malicious happened inside our school that made the blind man that angry... to the point he was ghosting the school." My head suddenly ached, feeling the same spinning sensation before. I saw the blind man lying down the library as I have dreamed of. There was only him who's left inside. There was a gun. Probably mom's gun she left. The blind man's right hand hardly tried to reach the gun. A couple of trials and attempts made, until he successfully reached the gun and held it tight. He was bathing in his own blood, as he tried picking up a book placed on the floor. It was old and big. He tried to sit, hardly moving because of his blood lost.

Before Ding Hao said anything, someone beside him said loudly, "You blind old man, you’re ignorant. Since this master gave it to you, you should keep it. With that piece of gold, your grandson and you can live a comfortable life for a year or two." The blind old man shook his head without expression and said, "It's a shame to get something by doing nothing. The ditty performed by me and my grandson was a cheap trick. It wasn't worth much." After saying that, his wrist moved and gently pushed the gold precisely back to Ding Hao's table. Everyone was surprised to find that the blind old man was a warrior. It was a pity that he was blind and his grandson was disabled. Although he had some marti