When had I first sensed that something was off?

I couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment.

It wasn’t triggered by any particular event or circumstance. It was simply an instinctive sense of unease.

"She’s hiding something."

The spirit.

She was keeping something from me.

That much was certain.

"She had no problem explaining the situation."

She had detailed their plight, their struggles, and their desperate plea for help. Nothing seemed suspicious about that.

And yet—

"Something doesn’t sit right."

There was an odd discomfort lurking beneath it all.

"What is it? What is she hiding?"

I could feel it, but I couldn’t pinpoint what it was.

Was I imagining things?

"No."

No, I was sure of it.

"There’s something here."

Something about the spirit—or about Mareong Valley—wasn’t right.

That was why I had acted the way I did.@@novelbin@@

I didn’t save people for free.

Of course, I would have said the same thing in any situation, but—

"The way they acted made me even more firm in that decision."

Suspicion had begun to take root.

I needed to examine their actions more carefully.

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