"So, that's how I got this mark. But don't worry, Big Sis said she could easily remove it. It's here because it can help me find June."
Myne, a swallow-faced boy with only a handful of teeth spoke with a smile and looked incredibly creepy as he lay sprawled on the ground. His clothes were tattered, with only his underwear remaining in decent condition. The rest had long ago turned to ash. But thankfully this time because of The sliver-haired lady's presence his injuries slowly healed and he should be fine in a minute or so.
"At least this is something manageable. I wouldn't be surprised if Maya later said this curse couldn't be removed at all." Fenrir, who was perched on top of Myne like a mountain, taunted him with a sneer. "Your suicidal tendencies have been well-known to all of us."
Myne could only respond with an awkward laugh.
