Tiriring— A sound unbefitting the situation rang out. The pain surrounding her disappeared and Rumi curiously turned around. The shadow that suffocated her still stood there with her hair flowing like a ghost and her eyes staring into space. It looked like she just received a message. Was she typing a reply or something? The pause only lasted for a moment.

“Kyaak!”

The blade that stopped came back even larger and Rumi realized this woman didn’t intend on keeping her alive.

“You… You should also know… that the current seat of black… Fenrir is a time bomb. More people will dig up his past as he grows famous and your relationship with him will come to light.”

Rumi continued to persuade her rather than beg for her life.

“The day will come when you… ultimately have to decide between the former boss… and the current seat of black.”

The results would be unavoidable. Will she seek forgiveness from the seat of black by insulting the man whom she followed or will she finally kill the seat of black?

“Let me guess. Between the dead and the living, you will choose the dead again.”

The shadow didn’t reply. Rumi clenched her teeth and cursed amidst the pain and rage that sprang from imminent death.

“You will, for your boss, end up plucking the lotus…”

A blow landed on her spine as she spoke her last words. Her body immediately turned into a current and disappeared. Rumi had now died once and the barrier that enveloped them scattered. The back alley returned to silence and only a single shadow...