Kyle stood frozen.
A woman stood before him, one who had sohow uncovered his identity.
And it was not just that.
"You really thought that ssing with a Nightwalker and hunting a majin would not prompt us to investigate thoroughly?"
She crossed her arms beneath her chest and continued, "There are over a hundred and twenty caras in that sector alone. How many do you think you managed to avoid?"
Kyle drew in a slow breath, steadying himself. He did not respond. There was no point denying it.
She was not guessing.
She knew.
She knew that the one who hunted the nightmares in the alley last night was him.
She stepped closer, her eyes glinting dangerously. "Did you truly believe that after releasing such a massive surge of energy, you would remain hidden from ?"
A faint smirk curved her lips.
Kyle forced himself to speak. "What proof do you have that it was ?"
Even as the words left his mouth, he regretted them. He had been caught on cara. If she confronted him so confidently, she must have already reviewed the footage.
But the woman rely chuckled.
"Proof?" she echoed softly. "Why would I need proof, dear? I have the authority to put cuffs on your wrists right now and drag you to prison. Not only for injuring an official Nightwalker, but also for interfering with her operation."
From her tone alone, Kyle understood that this woman possessed both the strength and the authority to have him arrested on the spot.
Yet she had not done so.
Which ant only one thing.
"What do you want from ?" he asked calmly.
Her eyes glead in satisfaction. He had understood.
She was not here to arrest him. She was here to negotiate.
"Let us sit down first," she said smoothly. "Then we can talk."
Kyle followed her toward a nearby park. Though she walked a few steps ahead, he could feel it. Her awareness never left him. Every movent of his was being asured.
As they walked, she added casually, "Oh, my na is Veronica. I work for the governnt."
"Do you think I care?" Kyle replied flatly.
She laughed softly. "You should. Your future depends entirely on how you behave around ."
Kyle scoffed but held his tongue.
Soon, they reached the park. It was deserted.
At this hour, most families were already inside their hos. The place, usually filled with children and chatter, now stood quiet beneath the dim streetlights.
Kyle remained silent, his arms crossed.
The woman tilted her head slightly. "Do you not want to remove that mask? It does not really matter anymore."
He did not move.
If she truly lacked solid proof, revealing his face would only work against him.
She did not press the matter.
"There is a reason the governnt keeps a close watch on every Nightwalker," she continued calmly. "Secrecy has always been our top priority. We make sure Genesis users do not grow reckless and expose their powers to civilians."
Kyle rolled his eyes. "Get to the point. What do you want from ?"
Veronica gave a soft hum. "You are quite impatient."
She crossed her arms again and finally stated, "I can keep your identity hidden. I can also erase the footage that links you to last night."
Kyle’s eyes narrowed slightly.
So that was the offer.
Which ant the price would not be small.
"What is the condition?" he asked coldly.
She smirked. "Work for ."
"...What?" Kyle frowned.
She nodded as if it were obvious. "I will tell you where to co, and you will co imdiately. No questions asked."
"And where exactly would you call ? For what purpose?"
She gave a careless shrug. "Anywhere. An amusent park. A bookstore. Perhaps sowhere quieter."
Kyle stared at her.
Was she serious?
Inside his mind, he asked, ’System, are you seeing this? What is wrong with her?’
[Host, if you wish, I can analyze her physical condition.]
’Do it. I cannot read her at all.’
A faint burning sensation flickered behind his eyes. Monts later, a translucent panel appeared.
[Condition: Continuous finger twitching. Slight facial flush. Brief pauses during speech. Elevated breathing pattern. Indicators suggest nervousness combined with excitent, host.]
Kyle went silent.
That only confused him further.
He observed her more closely.
Her breathing was indeed uneven. The tips of her ears were faintly red.
He was not dense.
Those signs were familiar.
He suddenly stepped forward.
Veronica instinctively stepped back.
"You said your na is Veronica, right?" His eyes locked onto hers.
She nodded stiffly. "Y-Yes. That is correct."
Kyle tilted his head slightly. "And what if I refuse? What if I say I do not care about what you want? What exactly can you do?"
She narrowed one eye at him, trying to appear intimidating.
It did not work.
Instead, a strange thought crept into his mind.
Why does it feel like this woman... has feelings for ?
And the absurd part was, he did not even know her.
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