I'M Not A Special Character
From Your Secret's

The atmosphere of the morning at school feels nothing different, except about the reality of Arsiel who will not enter for a long time. Arland was just pensive in his seat. His mind turned back the events of last night that suddenly made him miss the girl very much.

"I hope nothing bad happens to you." Arland muttered softly, sighing heavily.

Before leaving to see Arsiel's real father last night, the girl asks Arland to keep an eye on Jacob for her. Arland also immediately agreed to it even though he knew it would not be easy.

Arland could only watch Jacob's behavior during the break. As a result, he had already twice missed a break to the cafeteria. Arland even forgot the lunch he brought.

"It's so exhausting." Arland grumbled, but then fell silent at the thought of something.

Just a task like this alone has made him very exhausted, let alone become an agent like Arsiel who certainly has more and bigger tasks. That thought again made Arland unwell.

Now he was walking towards the teacher's room to make sure his target was in place. Arland peeked out from behind the window, watching closely every head that passed his watch.

"Woi, what are you doing there?" The familiar voice managed to shock Arland, making the man turn to the origin of the voice. His vision was fixed on the figure of a girl who was none other than Gerryn.

"Diminish your voice!" Arland turned his back, looking at Gerryn with an angry face. Gerryn was shocked to see an expression that Arland had not shown all this time.

"You know, now you've become more and more annoying since that woman came." Gerryn frowned, looking at the man in front of her in annoyance.

"Shut your mouth!" Arland rebuked, then left Gerryn when he had made sure the taget was safe.

The girl stared at Arland's widened back with an unpleasant feeling. Arland still does not know that his life will soon be at the top.

Then back to the point of view where Harwich was. The woman lying down was already in a very chaotic state. All of his fingernails and feet had been ripped off. The skin on his hands was also stripped away revealing fresh red meat.

Even so, the woman who was not powered still closed her mouth tightly. Samar implied a sense of fear from his glaring gaze. Neither Harwich nor Michael realized that.

The woman in front of them would rather die than reveal who sent her. He realized that nothing good awaited him whatever choice he made.

"It won't be easy. We need to quickly figure out the mastermind behind this before it reaches Black Card's ear." Michael hardened his jaw, starting to feel nervous while twisting his brain.

"If this gets leaked to him, then we won't be able to live quietly." Harwich let out a heavy sigh, biting his thumb nail.

"Should we kill him? I'm sure we won't get anything even if we torture him more than this." Harwich took a deep breath, staring at the woman's body.

Harwich knows exactly the typical guy like that woman. He was in the same position and chose the same choice. The girl was confused as to what kind of way to proceed. Killing the woman will not make anything, and vice versa.

"If I had the strength to enter into his mind or into his realm of consciousness, everything would have been easy." Harwich snorted, clucking very loudly in annoyance.

"Then the organization will not find a way with many tactics if you do have such advantages." Michael said in his flat tone.

"Well, yeah, whatever. We've been through for now. Let's go back to each other's rooms." Harwich took off the rubber glove that was perfectly attached to his skin, throwing it away in any place.

"really. We'll continue again another time." Michael took off his rubber handkerchief, glancing at the half-conscious woman with a smile.

"Prepare for pleasure at a later time, Miss."

After the sentence ended, the two of them walked out of the room. Not forgetting to turn off the light switch, leaving the poor woman in the dark.

Harwich immediately set foot towards the exit of the room without any farewells, as did Michael. Indeed, fellow agents should not be close, because it can be influential when carrying out missions.

The corridor passageway still sounded crowded with the voices of organization members who were still busy dealing with various things due to the commotion some time ago. Harwich opened the door of the room, resumed his delayed activities.

Harwich opened the nightstand drawer, took out a small black box. Then his heart felt troubled when the box was in his grasp. He opened the lid of the box slowly, revealing a neatly folded sheet of paper with black ribbon ties as the complement.

Harwich unfolded the paper immediately and a line of words written by hand was clearly displayed there. The writing left by a person before he died from an AM-4 case.

[Hi, my little bear.]

[You always manage to make me feel missed. How long have we not seen each other and spent time together?]

[Can you take a minute for me? There's something I want to give you as your birthday present. Sorry a little late, heheh.]

[From your secret.]