The instant Angel saw the taxi driver's face and his eerie monocle, her heart tightened, and she instinctively wanted to get away from him.
At the same time, an urge to beat him up rose in her mind.
What's going on... This should be my first time meeting him. Why would I have such a rude thought? He even kindly reminded me that Mr. Moriarty had accidentally left this bottle of "Instigator" behind. He's a good person... Angel immediately suppressed the impulse, smiled, and nodded. Tightening her grip on the drink, she prepared to get out.
Just then, the monocled driver, who was fairly good-looking but wore an eerie smile, spoke again:
"Did you buy that drink at the supermarket where I picked you up?"
No, it was actually a lottery prize. And I clearly saw this bottle of "Instigator" still on the shelf. Mr. Moriarty also warned me not to claim any more prizes... Angel considered this, then hesitated briefly before nodding.
"Yes."
"What a coincidence. I have a bottle too."
The driver smiled and reached toward a spot Angel couldn't see from the passenger seat. When he withdrew his arm, he was holding a drink bottle the same size as "Instigator," but with a scrawny hand drawn on it.
With her dynamic vision already enhanced by "Assassin," Angel immediately read the label: "Marauder."
What a strange name. Like Assassin, it's some kind of... profession that ordinary people disapprove of?
Her gaze moved between the drink and the driver's smiling face, and she suddenly understood what he meant.
"You drank one of these too?"
The moment the driver nodded, Angel suddenly felt the relief of having found others like herself, of no longer being alone.
But more questions immediately followed: why had he volunteered his identity? Hadn't the blonde