Fourteen days had crawled by since I'd made the dubious decision to trust Scarlet. To my surprise, things hadn't gone completely south. She maintained a facade of docility and obedience, eerily reminiscent of Helen, but there was an underlying intensity in her gaze that hinted at a hair-trigger temper just waiting to be unleashed.
However, like with Helen, I found myself being drawn to her, just hope I don't fall too deep like wih Helen.
That aside though, the arrangement still had an unbelievable great deal of perks. Whenever we encountered another candidate, Scarlet would erupt into a whirlwind of violence, reducing the unfortunate soul to a whimpering puddle before graciously bestowing the finishing blow upon me. It was an unexpected turn of events, especially on the first day when she'd dispatched a student with effortless brutality, then transferred the points directly to my account.
