“Again with the back?”

I don’t know why the bad guys always try to make me into a doughnut every time they see me. Like, do I have something smeared on my back?

I can’t understand why they’re so obsessed with my back.

I boldly stomped on the back of the guy who dared to target me.

“Ugh! I’m sure I saw it disappear!”

The girl, or rather, the dark man with the same appearance as her, exploded in frustration, clearly not understanding what was happening.

It wasn’t just any girl’s appearance. Inside, it was the malicious personality of the …