(Jane's PoV)
I remembered seeing this boy in Tom's consciousness. At that time, this kid looked like he was afraid of me. This time, though he still looked wary but there was hint of curiosity in his eyes. However, as soon as I smiled at him, he jumped backwards with widened eyes full with terror. Disbelief was clear in his eyes as if I was about to ask him to sell himself away. It seemed that whoever made him traumatized was used to smile before it tortured him.
Poor lil boy.
"No need to be so jumpy." I retracted the smile on my face as I pinched the space between my eyes. "What's your name again?"
"Putra. Putra Semesta." He answered in a low tone.
