"Nothing. Just that your dressing is weird, which brings me to the suspicion that you are not a mortal. Not just that, it seems as though you have no idea about anything concerning this modern world."
She deduced, and Sheitan stared at her with a shocked expression on his face.
His eyes abruptly narrowed vehemently, and before Arena could anticipate what would happen next, he appeared before her and gripped her harshly by the neck.
"Who are you?" He questioned in utter suspicion, and Arena's lips curled up into a smile.
"I knew it!" She clamored as though she had achieved something, and Sheitan's grip on her neck tightened even more.
"Who. Are. You?" He asked in a deadly tone, and Layana, who knew that he might try to kill Arena this time around, rushed towards him and gripped him by the arm to stop him from doing so.
"Please let her go. We are not bad people." She pleaded, and Sheitan turned his head to look at her.
