บท 217: Chapter 208: We Are All for District Thirteen

The scene fell into a mysterious silence.

As a qualified Fake Special Agent, one should never wear their emotions on their sleeve, no matter what they encounter—even inside they might feel shocked, terrified, or utterly panic-stricken…

She could still maintain a basic façade of calm.

Even though she was facing this girl squatting in the bushes, who looked just like a ghost.

This was not merely a descriptive word.

The ghostly pale skin and her delicate, cold visage conveyed a deathly and broken aura; those pitch-black eyes, as deep as Abyss, were unfocused, hollow, and mysterious.

She gazed over silently, without the slightest ripple of emotion.

It was sheer coincidence that the woman had chosen to jump down from the building right onto this spot, landing directly on top of the girl.

The skin she touched was bone-chillingly cold.

In the early winter, she still wore a thin, short dress.