[Yuna Burgert's perspective.]
Tonight was Christmas Eve. The werewolves did not kill people. The witches did not drug people, and civilians and clergy were safe and sound.
When I woke up early in the morning, the narration of the program I had watched before suddenly appeared in my mind.
I turned my head and saw Andrew lying beside me.
After all the persuasion yesterday, I finally stopped Andrew's beastly behavior, but I still could not escape the fate of sharing a bed with him. I sighed and turned to look at his eyes.
No matter how I looked at him, he was still a handsome man. When he closed his eyes, his cold and evil aura had faded a lot. He looked more like a young man with outstanding facial features. Why did he have to become a Mafia? If I were to not care about his identity, I might really be moved by him because of his face.
"How is it? Have you seen enough?"
I saw Andrew open his eyes and speak lazily.
