Claire's lips moved and her voice was hoarse. "If… if the other person is an old man, terminally ill, or encounters any fatal danger…"
Gallon nodded, affirming her guess. "It's like your life is hanging on a string. It's in danger at all times."
Her life was controlled by someone else.
And she also controlled that person's life.
Claire slowly closed her eyes, her face grey. Her heart seemed to be clutched by a big hand, making her feel breathless.
It was like a nightmare.
She opened her eyes suddenly, and Gallon was still sitting opposite her, looking at her worriedly.
So it was not a dream.
"When did this mark on your body appear?" Gallon asked.
"After I disappeared, I found this mark on my body when I came back. It's neither painful nor itchy, so I didn't take it seriously."
Gallon mused. "According to what you said, it can be certain that this bug was put into your body when you were missing."
