Double agent?

Handing over a note and having someone take it should have been perfectly natural, yet horror spread across Danio's face. Abandoning the note, he sprang off both feet and launched himself toward the glass window behind him, which was several times larger than an ordinary window. At the same time, he wrenched his hand free of the arm reaching out of the mirror and grabbed for the transparent cufflink on his other wrist.

But a moment later, his heavy body crashed back to the floor and rolled across the carpet. His limbs went limp, his eyes squeezed shut, and an unnatural crimson flushed the exposed skin of his face and neck. His breathing alternated between rapid and slow, and his entire body radiated heat no human body should have produced.

He had torn off the cufflink that could open a mirror and connect to the Mirror World, sending it rolling into a corner of the room.

In that instant, he had already contracted a deadly disease!

Ripples spread across the now pitch-black half-length mirror once more. A figure in a hooded cloak slowly emerged from it. It was Angel, who had left the ground floor only a few minutes earlier.

"From the moment I came through your door today, I noticed something was wrong. There were no other pedestrians on the street, and you've lived alone for years. There shouldn't have been anyone nearby besides the two of us..."

Angel walked toward Danio Brown, who lay on the floor, his breathing growing weaker. His physique, strengthened by the Hunter potion, offered no resistance to a mystical disease at the demigod level. Had Angel not controlled its effects and kept its potency below a lethal threshold, he would already have become a rapidly rotting corpse.

"So, just who made this