How would she know what he is? Can't this creep talk in a straightforward manner? Wakana scowls at the man. He's trying to be mysterious. His behaviour reminds her of Choi Minho. Didn't that immortal also act like this once? Damn! He also pretended to be someone else.
It feels like it's been a decade, but it hasn't been a year technically.
"Are we playing the guessing game?" Wakana has had enough of his drama. "I don't care what you are. In my eyes, you are a criminal since you kidnapped me."
"Ouch!" The man wrinkles his nose. "That's harsh. I thought we were friends."
"We aren't shit." Wakana picks up the bowl of rice and throws it in his direction. The bowl of rice slams against the pressure field and recoils toward her, rice grains falling on her. She covers her face, shielding herself. When she raises her head, she sees the man standing only an arm's length away.
Without any delay, she leaps forward to grasp his face.
