The girl was wearing light clothes—a white shirt and black trousers. She stood so close to Hunter that he could feel the warmth radiating from her body, yet he felt nothing toward her. Her eyes were filled with horror.
She hurriedly asked, "Wait, what are you doing?"
Hunter didn't answer. Instead, he returned the question in a calm, indifferent tone, "What are you doing here?"
The girl looked around nervously, then back at Hunter. Tilting her head slightly, she replied hesitantly, "I just came to see you."
The corner of Hunter's mouth twitched slightly. He didn't even know her, and yet she had come all this way just to see him?
Uninterested, he responded coldly, "Well, now that you've seen me, you can leave."
Her eyes widened slightly. Her brows twitched. She pursed her lips, then spoke again—this time with a hint of anger in her voice.
"I want to talk to you about something. You know Sorrowful, right?"
Hunter's eyes twitched. He looked at her with ire.