Trouble is quite a troublesome thing.
People think they can avoid it by staying safe… by not talking much or by staying still.
But yeah, they couldn't be any more wrong.
The more you avoid trouble, the more it wants you. It's a masochist like that. The harder you push it away, the more it latches on, like you're its toxic ex.
In a way it's even more clingy than gravity.
Which is exactly why I found myself standing in front of the protagonist of this world—Noah Ashen Noctharion—barely a second after getting thrown into a portal by that hollow-eyed bastard, Azriel.
I hadn't even gotten the chance to say something cool before—
SCHING!!
A long-ass scythe rested across my shoulder. One movement away from permanently separating my handsome head from my body.
I turned slowly.
And there she was.
Snow-white hair, which were practically glowing, and crimson eyes without a single trace of emotion.Twin obsidian horns curled from her head—the undeniable proof of a demon bloodline.
