When I leapt down from the ceiling and landed between David and Lexi, a small wave of regret immediately washed over me.

Facing Lexi in combat mode felt like sticking my neck under a guillotine.

To make things worse, I wasn’t in my ghost form—I was just Yuria wearing a mask. The restriction on freely using telekinesis only added to my anxiety.

‘Should I have thrown a sheet over myself and come down as a ghost? …No, that’s too risky. This isn’t the Western Labyrinth; we’re in the middle of the city. Running wild here would create too many problems.’