The woman standing at the front tilted her head.
"Ah, why are you so surprised? We haven't done anything to you."
"H-How did you get here?!"
"Hmm? We walked."
"Don't lie! I would've heard you!"
"Would you?"
The woman giggled.
There was something strangely captivating about her voice. It was soft and playful, almost affectionate, but it carried an undertone that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.
She crouched in front of him, bringing her veiled face closer to his.
"We simply smelled the delicious scent of desire coming from this place and decided to see what was going on."
"D-Desire?"
"Yes. Such a wonderful, beautiful desire."
Her lips curved into a smile.
"Revenge. Jealousy. Resentment. The desperate wish to make everyone who hurt you regret their actions…"
She raised a finger and gently tapped his forehead.
"You were dreaming of all sorts of interesting things, weren't you?"
The boy froze.
How did she know?
