The cold fluorescent light cast three shadows on the ground.
Kawashima Miki bit her lower lip, gazing at Fujiwara Reya who stood so close to her, her body trembling.
"What's wrong, madam?" Fujiwara Reya asked, his expression mixed with a hint of mischievous delight, "Are you feeling unwell, or were you frightened by my Shikigami?"
"A little," Kawashima Miki's sultry lips quivered, "I have an urgent matter, I need to leave..."
With that, she quickly turned around, planning to lift the curtain and escape.
"Hey, madam, hold on." Fujiwara Reya reached out, grabbing her wrist, and said softly, "Leaving just like that is quite rude."
With her wrist held, Kawashima Miki turned back uneasily, "What do you want..."
