Karim
Ace is seated comfortably on a sofa at the far end, headphones securely in place.
What does he even listen to? I still wonder.
Praisch is sitting beside me.
I was surprised to see him waiting here when I returned.
He has been trying to focus on his book, but he keeps fidgeting his chair, stealing glances at Ace every now and then.
I want to assure him that he is safe as long as he does not make eye contact with Ace, but that theory stands to be proven.
He had pulled me and the Presence into his Spatial Domain without making eye contact.
And also, the more mysterious his powers remain, the more sway he holds over people.
He finally gives up and puts the book aside.
"Aren't you afraid?"
I don't respond immediately, choosing to study the guy in question closely.
He doesn't give the impression, but I know he is aware of my scrutiny.
My thoughts are confirmed when he opens his eyes, locking with mine immediately.
His face is unreadable, a mask of many faces.
