The three of them stared at me, their expressions a mix of disbelief and wariness. It was as if, in their eyes, I had become something... alien. Something monstrous.
"Big sis, why didn't you tell me sooner?" Kim Seong-Hoon's voice broke the silence, sharp with disappointment. For the first time, his usual lighthearted tone was replaced by something heavier—something resembling mistrust.
It felt as though a tiny crack had formed in the bond we shared, and I couldn't help but feel the weight of it.
"I don't even need to explain myself," I said sharply, my voice firm. "But if you really want to know so badly, it's because I didn't want to drag any of you into this—not yet."
I looked at them, my gaze unwavering. "As far as I know, we'd already be dead if that Creator found out we've started piecing things together. Or maybe he does know and simply doesn't care about the likes of us. But even so, it's better to be safe than sorry."
