Finn looked like he was on the verge of a complete breakdown—or more accurately, showing the first signs of contamination. At this point, Mr. and Mrs. Andersen didn't mention that woman and the black cat anymore, yet Finn stubbornly insisted that he had truly seen them.
Nyx couldn't help but glance toward the door, but just then, Hermes's cold voice suddenly cut through the air: "Don't look."
Nyx jolted in surprise, and the others who had been trying to sneak a look instinctively pulled their gazes back as well.
[Haha, the power of a gentle man.]
[Hermes, gentle? You've got to be kidding.]
[Anyway, Finn's done for.]
[Farewell, my nameless friend.]
[Sounds bad…]
Hermes looked at Finn and spoke sincerely, "Don't mention this again, Finn. You should keep it to yourself—you're being contaminated."
Finn opened his mouth as if to argue, but he didn't dare say a word when his eyes met the cold, obsidian-like gaze behind Hermes's glasses.
