After taking a sip of the steaming Black Snow Bean coffee, Mo gently took off his gloves and then leaned back in his chair, resting his cheek in his hand and slowly closing his eyes...
"Mo?"
The Dark Elf girl leaning at the edge of the table furrowed her brows and softly called out to him, but received no response. Sensing the surging darkness around her and the intangible yet palpable malevolence, she was certain that the other hadn't left the game, but his "consciousness" seemed to no longer be present.
"How many secrets do you have..."
She sighed softly, casually flicking a dim flame onto the tray to maintain the coffee's temperature, then she drew the "Black Curse Thin Sword Modified" from her pack. As she gently wiped the blade, she murmured, "What are you thinking about... And what am I thinking about..."
