"…Rigel… san…?"
A trembling voice spilled from the back of her throat.
Why.
She should have thought that, yet even the question would not become words. It froze deep in her vocal cords.
"Man, you were cute. Believing my words that unguardedly. Aren't you short on wariness?"
Rigel walked closer, slowly.
His fingertip touched Char's cheek.
The feel was unpleasantly cold, like a snake's tongue licking skin.
The sensation left on her skin sent a small shudder through her body.
"Hey, Char. How much did you think you knew about me?"
"…Why… why something like this…!"
The feeling in the depths of her heart tried to seep out with tears.
Char held it back desperately.
"'Kindness' can be a weapon too. That time you called dreamlike… for me, that was groundwork. For my amusement."
Rigel's eyes were smiling.
But in their depths there was not a scrap of affection.
Pure malice and a desire to dominate.
And above all, they were filled with mockery.
