Rumors would spread. Suspicion would follow. At worst, she could end up being treated as a threat herself.
In that sense, choosing to flee instead of fighting had been the correct decision.
They hadn't had a choice. They ran—and by sheer coincidence, ran straight into us.
I glanced around at the now-deserted streets.
Just moments ago, this place had been packed with people enjoying the festival. Now, only scattered debris and the echo of hurried footsteps remained. I let out a quiet sigh and shook my head.
It hadn't even been a few minutes since I'd dealt with the thugs who tried to kidnap Rain. And now this—an entirely separate incident, and a far bigger one at that.
At this point, I honestly couldn't tell anymore.
Am I just incredibly unlucky?
Or… am I the cause of all this?
Somewhere out there, this world should have its own protagonist. Someone meant to be at the center of these events. So why does it feel like everything keeps crashing into me instead?
