บท 52: Meeting Her Again[2]

An unbearable silence stretched between us. I sat rigidly, pretending to gaze out the window but never really turning my back on her—not with a psycho like her in the same space. Given how unpredictable she is, lowering my guard for even a second could be a fatal mistake.

I kept a cautious side glance at her, watching every subtle move.

Angelina Kira Augustus.

I still couldn't wrap my head around how she was alive.

How did she survive?

Why hadn't the Dark Church agents finished her off when I abandoned her?

Could my theory be right? Were they only there to force her awakening?

But then...

Wait.

Did she… awaken?

Please, no.

I prayed silently, hoping I was wrong. She'd been eerily quiet since I entered the carriage—too quiet for someone like her. Angelina wasn't known for composure. She was volatile, impulsive. The game had made that abundantly clear.

So why wasn't she doing anything now?