The Third Victim

In the empty room, a Black Clad Young Girl sat by the window, lost in thought.

Perhaps due to her absent-mindedness, black circles had appeared one after another on the Notebook she was holding.

The information she received from Steel Bones during the day has left her still reeling.

She didn't really understand things like relationships. Due to her Special, she had almost never had any contact with the opposite sex since childhood.

A few months ago, due to a time-sensitive test assignment, she chose to interact with the test target, which could be considered her first formal interaction with a man... well, in her view, it was formal.

Although the location chosen for the date was a bit odd, it was cool and refreshing!!

As for her feelings, she felt nothing at all; the Unique feeling she had was that the other person was very handsome and quite pleasing to the eye.

So even though the other person didn't pass the test in the end, she didn't dislike him or have any intention of breaking up with him, since she felt that their relationship had been quite pleasant before.

... Although that's not what they actually think.

She then left in a hurry and cut off all contact, guessing that the other person might have died unexpectedly and thus erecting a grave for them... In her view, there was nothing wrong with anything.

If the new Players are the first line of defense against those Anomaly, then legacy organizations like the Night Watcher are the second line of defense against their Anomaly.

Because of her emotional detachment, nothing in this world is worth caring about too much for her; at most, she might feel a little regretful, just like her boyfriend who died whom she found very pleasing to the eye.

For someone as Special as her, emotions are nothing more than a burden. She never thought she would be entangled by anything inexplicable. The investigation records about her boyfriend in the Notebook were merely a requirement of the mission.

Her guiding principle is to prioritize the mission above all else.

However, she did not expect that in such a simple survey and evaluation task, her mindset would be inexplicably affected several times.

"Aside from certain daily habits that haven't changed, in every other aspect he's practically a completely different person..."

Coming to her senses, the Young Girl frowned slightly as she looked at the stains on the Notebook, closed it, and put it back in her Inventory Notebook standing up from the table.

After glancing at the time, the Young Girl went to the door and opened it.

The First Floor Hall of the castle.

"Not bad, although two escaped, this one is still an excellent sacrifice."

"Don't worry, the other two mice won't get very far. Compared to the other two, I prefer this one..."

"There's no need to waste too much time on these rats; we have more important things to do."

"Of course, compared to our plan, these are merely minor details..."

Scattered conversations drifted over, Steel Bones barely opened his eyes. Only then did he realize that his current situation seemed rather miserable.

He had lost all feeling in his hands and feet, and his entire body was tightly bound with ropes to a torture device resembling a cross.

In front of him, a Middle-aged Noble Couple stood there discussing something without any regard for others. When their eyes occasionally glanced at him, their eyes were filled with icy indifference.

After glancing around and finding no trace of Black&White, Steel Bones breathed a sigh of relief.

"Stop looking. Your two companions have abandoned you. Do you really think they'll come back to save you?"

Looking at the Steel Bones in front of him, the middle-aged man spoke with a hint of sarcasm.

"Do rats that hide in the sewers and eke out a living by eating leftovers have the courage to fight back against the cats that hunt them?"

"..."

His expression suddenly turned cold. Steel Bones wanted to say something, but he was astonished to find that he couldn't even make such a simple movement. It was as if his mouth no longer belonged to him.

"Speechless now? Well, after all, a rat is just a rat."

Seeing Steel Bones's uninteresting reaction, the middle-aged man clearly lost interest in conversation.

The middle-aged man waved his hand dismissively and turned away.

"A few men, carry him to the altar; we'll talk about him later tonight."

As soon as the man finished speaking, several guards stepped forward.

"What about the other two inside the castle?"

Woman turned away from him and asked the person next to her.

"Having missed such a good opportunity (www. hetushu. com. com), catching these two mice won't be so easy anymore..."

Before the Woman could finish her sentence, a gust of wind swept through the castle's First Floor Hall, abruptly cutting off her voice. After a moment of silence, like a classic scene from a horror movie, the heads of the couple, along with the heads of the guards behind them, rolled to the ground.

"..."

Seeing the Black Clad Young Girl emerge from the illusion before him, and noticing that he was the only one unharmed and speechless, Steel Bones's eyes widened slightly.

"Sorry I'm a little late."

The Young Girl's gaze swept over the corpses lying on the ground, then fell on Steel Bones, who was bound to the cross with ropes. She frowned slightly, and the dazzling Blade Light reappeared before Steel Bones's eyes.

--This is the last sight that Steel Bones sees.

As all the ropes binding his body snapped, Steel Bones slowly slid to the ground.

During this process, his eyes, which were still moving, were replaced by glass beads, his flesh and blood turned into a gelatinous material, and his internal organs became cotton... By the time he slid to the ground, he had become a Doll.

"!!??"

Before the Young Girl, who had just frowned slightly, could go forward to check on Steel Bones's condition, her shadow, bathed in sunlight, seemed to come alive, slowly raising its hands and reaching towards her neck.

"Holy crap! That woman can use our sealed Skill!!"

Amidst the shouts and curses of the Fireworks of Romance, a Bullet, before the sound even rang out, Precision pierced through the shadow behind the Young Girl.