A pair of dangerous eyes looked at Amane with a familiar light in them. She was aware of the feeling of danger that was rising around her.
A smiling face but dead pair of eyes was the look Charlie had worn when Amane had first picked her up all that time ago. She could still remember that cold glare she got for her effort of getting close to the younger.
It had been a tough battle with Charlie but Amane had somehow succeeded in luring the younger to her side.
Now, it was like Amane had stepped back into the past. Charlie was looking at Amane with a familiar glare and the same atmosphere had formed around them.
The only difference this time was - Charlie was older and her clothes were no longer rags. She sure had grown up physically but deep down, Charlie had remained as a child.
