"I've been played..."
When he realized his body had suddenly slipped out of his control, Lorne understood what had happened.
He had been careless.
This postman was far more formidable than he had imagined.
He watched helplessly as his right hand held a Monocle that had appeared out of nowhere and slowly brought it toward his face.
He gritted his teeth, clamping his left hand around his uncontrollable right wrist and holding it suspended in midair. At the same time, he immediately mobilized his spirituality, trying to wrest back control of his body.
Silvery-white patterns began to appear on Lorne's cheeks and arms.
Meanwhile.
Leonard, who had just charged into the alley with his gun raised, stared at the scene in bewilderment.
What's going on? Who am I? Where am I? What am I supposed to do?
The very next second.
"Run! Run now! Don't look back!"
"Hurry!!!"
Pallez Zoroast's aged voice roared frantically inside Leonard's head, filled with unprecedented terror.
"You jinx! Get moving!"
Pallez had originally thought this was an ordinary investigation. How dangerous could it possibly be? Who the hell could have expected someone to pull out a Monocle and put it on right in front of him?
What the fuck!
Earlier, Leonard had casually wondered on the street whether this might be someone's prank. Pallez had told him, "Surely not."
Who could have imagined that just a few hours later, the symbol of that "prank" would actually appear!
And that remark, "How interesting"... those signature gestures and that catchphrase left no doubt about who it was!
Under Pallez's shrill urging, Leonard's body reacted instinctively, even though his brain was still frozen.
He suddenly felt his legs slip out of his control, forcibly commandeered by a power within him. Every question and thought about the "suspect" and