...Who are you?
Why did you grab me?
Annan furrowed his brows slightly as his gaze shifted a little.
She seemed no older than fourteen or fifteen. Perhaps because girls mature early, she was slightly taller than Annan.
Annan scrutinized the girl who was about as tall as himself.
The first thing that caught his eye was the beret slanting across her head, followed by the black gothic long dress...
But when he noticed her pupils, Annan suddenly froze for a moment.
This almost transparent texture and her pale skin that seemed untouched by sunlight...
—Why did she feel somewhat familiar to him?
"Could you please let me go?"
Annan asked softly, quite politely.
Hearing his words, Kafney obediently released his sleeve.
But she didn't step back or show anger; she just continued to stare at Annan intently. Those bright red, ruby-like pupils made Annan feel slightly uncomfortable.
