Purge! Purge!

Modihis Graves froze in the middle of the aisle. Those silent yet tangible gazes felt like icy needlepoints pressed against his spine, instantly extinguishing any thought of forcing his way out.

Thump, thump, thump!

His wildly pounding heart brought on a faint sense of palpitations and dizziness.

Modihis had no doubt that if he took another step forward, what awaited him would not be a friendly farewell.

He turned around slowly and unnaturally, the muscles in his face twitching slightly, his legs seeming somewhat beyond his control as well.

Only after he stiffly made his way back to his seat and sat down in silence did he feel cold sweat burst out all over his body.

Those few short steps had felt like a walk between life and death.

Beside him, Viktor still seemed oblivious to everything. Rubbing his eyes, he asked strangely, "What, not going to the toilet after all?"

Clutching his carry-on suitcase, Modihis turned to stare fixedly at him, even his fingers trembling slightly.

"With that look in your eyes, it's like I've wronged you or something." Viktor scratched his face and muttered, "I liked you better when you were all arrogant and untamed."

Grinding his teeth, Modihis asked in a low voice, "Who exactly are you? What do you want?"

"Me? I didn't do anything!" Viktor said, utterly baffled. "Didn't you decide for yourself that you wanted to go to the toilet, then give up?"

Modihis: "..."

He knew he could not force an answer out of the other man. He ground his teeth resentfully, shut his mouth, and turned to look at the other passengers.

The moment he did, Modihis's heart gave another violent jolt—

Even the passengers he had originally assumed were ordinary people were looking at him in ways that made him tremble