"Who is she?" Evie asked, her voice calm—too calm.
She sounded composed, almost casual, yet a lethal chill crept down Ren's spine. It wasn't loud. It wasn't dramatic. But it was there, subtle and sharp, like a blade pressed lightly against skin.
First Saya. And now her. Then Another short girl. Evie thought.
Ren felt his life flashing before his eyes.
"It seems like you really like short girls," Evie continued, tilting her head slightly as a faint smile curved her lips.
That smile was dangerous.
"It's not what you think!" Ren blurted out immediately, panic flooding his chest. How did he even get into this situation? "I thought she was you!"
The moment the words left his mouth, Ren knew—he had made things worse.
"Really?" Evie replied, her tone dripping with exaggerated surprise. "You couldn't tell the difference at all?"
Ren stiffened.
