"My head hurts..."
'White Dove' woke up and suddenly realized she couldn't move.
She opened her eyes in alarm and found herself tied to a high-backed chair, with a rag stuffed in her mouth. A foul stench wafted over, nearly making her faint again.
In front of her, a bright kerosene lamp shone, illuminating the man in the black trench coat from earlier.
On the desk before him lay several metal talismans, some spiritual materials, a dagger, and an exquisite women's wallet...
'This... is my safe house...'
'He ambushed me... He can become intangible. Does he have accomplices, too?'
'White Dove' quickly analyzed the situation. The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became. She might suffer the kind of things those girls couldn't bear.
Worse, he might be an evil cultist. Perhaps he'd offer her up as a sacrifice after he was done with her!
'Dad...'
'Save me...'
Though 'White Dove' was a Beyonder, she was still a young girl. Two helpless tears slid down her cheeks.
"Hello, 'White Dove,' or should I say... Miss Liliat Thorne!"
Aaron was using his real appearance, though he had disguised himself to a certain extent, with a mask and altered eye color. In his hand, he held a mask.
At his touch, the mask melted like wax and stretched into the shape of a pair of glasses.
Only then did 'White Dove'—no, Liliat—realize that her mask had been removed at some point and her true identity exposed. She couldn't help feeling even more desperate. 'This is bad... They know who I am! They'll use my identity to find Dad, and even more people...'
In the lamplight, Aaron carefully studied Miss Thorne: flaxen hair, delicate features, slightly thin lips, and eyes like purple gems!
"Purple eyes?"
Aaron reached out, seemingly to