“Shinji... Shinji…” the Saintess called the man’s name within the dark room, having awoken from nightmares again. Demonic Blade Shinji Nakata—the only National Level Player in Japan aside from her—was the only person in Japan who could protect her.
R-r-r-rumble. The Player Association Headquarters building shook, even though it was built to stay sturdy even in a magnitude 7.0 earthquake. R-r-r-r-r-rumble.
“Shinji…” she weakly called out his name again.
Cre-ak. The door to her room suddenly opened without notice.
“Shinji...?”
“My, my. What a sight.”
“…!” When she realized who the man who entered the room was, her eyes widened with horror. It was the same man who was eating away at her mind every night—no, every single second.
How could she be able to forget Taehyun Kim’s face, of all people?
“You look worse than I thought.” Straightening out the clot...
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