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' I followed him. We walked through the many tables where people were still sitting and eating. We headed for the exit. "Josie?... Josephine Conner?..." Someone called me, but didn't really know the voice. I saw a tall, brown-haired young man in front of me. Debby just hissed "Shit...". It clicked and I recognized those chocolate brown eyes in front of me. " Thomas ?" Dwayne also stopped and turned. He also recognized our old kindergarten friend.

“If you hate it so much, why read it?“ “Who said I hate it? I enjoy reading books where the main character is different from my personality. I think it’s no fun when I’m too similar to a character, it would be like I’m reading a story about myself, when I’m reading to escape the reality of my life.” Oh, he thinks deeply. Not expecting that from him, to be honest. I mean, it’s not that he looks dumb, but he just doesn’t look like the “smart, bookworm” type either.

“Oh- it’s time to switch partners” When I spun around to switch, it was to my surprise that it was now a man. And not only that it was a man, but it was the second lead character SEAN!? “Oh my god. Is it you again? And I thought it was a lucky charm when I see you both again but…” There was this awkward atmosphere around him, and what’s more, I know the reason why. It is his killing intent towards the prince! Oh man, no wonder I was feeling anxious this whole time the moment I met the two of them.

A soul eater. What the heck was a soul eater doing in Chiara-serafina's body? Simus, also known as soul eaters, were a slimy creature that lived in one's body, slowly killing them. They were generational curses, passed down from one generation to another. Jacob was quick to crush the slimy creature once it was out of her body. He shifted back into human and I made sure to not look as he wore his clothes back. Once he was fully dressed, he knelt next to me, taking his unconscious sister in his hand. I stood up and rested against the door of a stall, watching as Chiara slept like a child in her brother's hand.

Ranking: S-Rank Attributes: Proficient in healing and support abilities, possesses angelic wings granting flight and protective barriers. Hero Name: Lancer Characteristics: Quick-witted, agile, and highly skilled in close-quarters combat. Physical Features: Athletic build, with short dark hair and piercing green eyes. Ranking: A-Rank Attributes: Lightning-fast reflexes, enhanced speed, and the ability to generate electrical discharges. ……………………………………………………………………….. "Hey system," Keagan called out. "How can I be of assistance?" the system responded.

Alexei's fingers closed around my wrist, not to stop me but to turn my attention to the blade he had finally pulled free, wrapped now in cloth soaked through with black fluid that should not have come from any wound this fresh. "Soul Eater," he said. "I have only heard of it in old warnings, never seen it used. It does not poison the blood. It poisons the space between heartbeats. Silver flame heals flesh. This is not flesh anymore." "Then what stops it?" "I do not know if anything does."

' I went back to my room, my thoughts in chaos, and sat heavily on my bed. 'Kelly and Sexy Red are completely different people. Different personalities, different styles, different everything.' But even as I thought it, memories started surfacing. Little things I'd noticed but dismissed. Coincidences I'd ignored. The elbows. I'd noticed early on that Sexy Red had distinctive elbows—smooth, with a particular contour. I'd studied them because I'd been so obsessed with figuring out her identity. And Kelly had the same elbows. Identical. 'Lots of people might have similar elbows,' I told myself. 'That doesn't mean anything.'

I sat in my room for three days. Not dramatically. I attended to my duties — the morning cleaning rotation, the evening meal service, the geomun'go practice that Mistress Hana insisted upon regardless of scheduling or emotional state. I did these things. I did them correctly. I did them without letting anything show on my face, which was not difficult because I had been trained since childhood to perform tasks without letting things show on my face. Between duties, she sat on my sleeping mat and thought. Soul Sight activates upon soulbound recognition, I had read, in the texts. The connection, once formed, cannot be unformed. The soul recognizes what it has always been bound to.