After finalizing the endorsement deal with Lisa, Veil ended the call, set his phone on the counter, and leaned back against the headboard. He glanced at the woman bathed in sunlight, her fingers splayed as she reached toward the window. The sun cast a golden hue over her crimson outfit—Blood Mandala. With a strange expression, he asked, "You like sunlight?"
Her voice was soft, almost drifting. "I'm an assassin... but that doesn't mean I enjoy hiding in the shadows all the time. Sometimes, walking in the sun reminds me that I'm still human. Not just some machine made for killing."
Hmm.
A woman of culture, with depth.
Even her words carried meaning.
Veil couldn't help but feel a twinge of emotion. He reached out, gently pulling her into his arms, his voice low and comforting. "Don't overthink it."
Blood Mandala turned her head. That alluring face of hers was laced with suspicion.
Something felt... off.
