"I know who it is."
Lissy Lock finally breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, that's good..."
She wasn't afraid of death.
What she was afraid of was, after bending over backward for so long and weighing her choices for this long, she was looking for a way out. She wanted to be able to live again.
Not like this, being watched inexplicably by someone.
John Fame's glance suddenly became sharp: "Do you know who it is?"
Lissy Lock hesitated for a moment, then replied: "Isn't it... Liam Fame?"
"... He's just cannon fodder," John Fame scoffed, "The one really making moves behind the scenes, you would never guess who it is."
Lissy Lock was perplexed and looked at him: "Who is it?"
John Fame didn't answer, but instead rolled over and placed her underneath him.
Lissy Lock's body suddenly felt heavy as his body tightly pressed against hers.
Lissy Lock suddenly forgot about who it could be, blurting out in alarm: "John Fame, do you... do you still have energy?"
