Yujin’s desperate plea for help.
Shia watched him with a quiet smile, lost in a nostalgic memory.
His first life. A pathetic one, but he had been a genuinely kind person, which was why she couldn’t hate him.
It was that thought that brought him to her mind.

[Sorry... I, sniff, used hypnosis and manipulated your hearts…]

‘Ugh. What did I say? You were destined to be under us even without that.’

The more she thought about it, the more she smiled.
The thought that he had connected with them, even without using hypnosis.
The …