Libya’s eyes blinked rapidly.

The mask of a smile vanished, replaced by a feeling of bewilderment. Her red eyes sank deeper into thought.

They say that if coincidences pile up enough, they become inevitable.

A man with black hair? That could happen. It wouldn’t be surprising for him to have amber-colored eyes as well.

But if that man were a manifestation... could this really be a coincidence?

‘...No way.’

Her red eyes blinked again, as though comparing the memories of her childhood to the reality in front of her. Her first love from childhood and the man before her were …