"Hello, Miss."

A strange man in an amusement park uniform appeared behind you without you noticing. His voice was soft and thin, with an indescribable strangeness.

"Hello?"

The stranger stood leisurely on the undulating disc and spoke to you in the same ethereal voice, "My lovely lady, what made you lose your way here?"

"I'm not lost." You smiled. "I'm just waiting for someone."

"Ah … Yes, waiting for someone."

He nodded in agreement and put a finger on his lips. "Little Birdie stopped to rest. Her hound is going to catch the dragon."

"…" There seemed to be something wrong with this gentleman's mental state.

"Little Birdie, please pass on a message to my dear hound," the strange stranger said happily. "The red Casatie misses him very much."

The atmosphere was so strange that when you were about to ask him what he meant, the stranger suddenly took off his hat and bowed elegantly to you. The red curly hair under the hat was very conspicuous. It was neither natural like the red hair of the Nordic people, nor was it like the color of hair dyed with hair dye.

He straightened up again and waved goodbye to you with a smile. "Have a nice night, my lovely little birdie."

The sudden strong wind blew your hair into a mess and blocked your vision for a moment.

When you pressed down on the disorderly hair to look for the strange man, he disappeared without a trace.

The round of the merry-go-round ended, and Eddy's voice came from afar. "— Arya!"

You jumped off the horse and ran to the edge of the disc in a few steps. Then, you jumped off. Eddie, who ran over with all his might, caught you in his arms as if he had just found his parents who had lost their child. "What happened?"

You hugged him and patted him on the back. You told him what happened just now.

"It's just a strange stranger."

You patted Eddie gently as if you were stroking his fur. His expression just now really worried you. "Nothing happened."

[Eddy, check her right hand.]

Eddie held your hand and lifted it up. He gently pried open your five fingers that were clasped in the palm of your hand.

[Shit.]

Venom cursed in a hoarse voice. [Stinking bastard.]

There was a crimson "X" on your palm, and it looked like the hair color of the stranger from before.

[A set of coordinates. With this kill, I can sense the girl's location at any time.]

He sneered. [What a shameful little trick.]

"Arya."

You were studying the strange fork in your hand. You tried rubbing it, but the color didn't fade. "Hmm?"

"Come home with me tonight."

"… What?"

Eddy's voice was very calm. "Can you stay at my place for the next few days?"

This was too sudden!

What was going on?

Eddie saw that you were staring at him, so he sighed softly. His voice was low and soft. "Can I?"

No one said that he couldn't do it.

He looked at you with his beautiful eyes. You felt like you were hit in the head with an inflatable baseball. "Okay." You sounded like you were sleepwalking. "No problem."

When Eddy took you to his apartment, you remembered something very important in your daily life. You shook his hand and said, "Eddy, I have all my things at my place."

You counted with your fingers. "Clothes, toothbrush, books … Ah, I'm not in a hurry. Tomorrow is the weekend."

"… I'm going to buy a toothbrush." Eddy obviously didn't think of these things. "Can you use my clothes for the time being?"

You stared at Eddy until he began to blink uncomfortably.

"Pants." You said clearly, "And.

bra。”

Eddy's reaction was as if you had slapped him twice in the face. This time, he blushed a new record. He bit his tongue and stammered, "What?

… Uh … What?? "

You looked at him blankly. You opened your mouth to repeat it.

Eddy put his hand over your mouth. "I know!

Ah … Anyway, I know! "

If I had known this would happen, I would have gone in first. Eddie had already opened the door, but he stupidly blocked the door as if his CPU was overheated. You tried to pull his wrist away, but he held it even tighter.

"…" You licked his palm.

"Whoa!" Eddy pulled his hand back as quickly as if he had touched a charcoal fire.

"Idiot," you said.

"Coward."

Someone said.

Eddie finally remembered that he should lead you into the house. After he turned on the lights in the room, he sneaked into the bedroom like a thief even though he was in his own house. After a while, he came out with a gray sweater and handed it to you.

He cleared his throat and looked as if nothing had happened. "My clothes," he added. "They're clean."

You sighed. "Do I have to wear this with my legs bare?"

Mr. Brock ran away.

About five minutes later, he came out of the bedroom again as if nothing had happened. This time, he was holding a bathrobe in his hand.

"I'm worried."

You said, "Your IQ is probably only five years old. Won't you get lost if you help me buy things?"

Eddy pretended not to hear and smiled. "I'm going out. I'll be back soon."

…

"If he did that, I would definitely bring Arya with me." Eddy stood in front of the shelf and said, "It's equivalent to knowing my coordinates."

"Despicable."

Venom said. "That guy has always been like this."

"You said it wouldn't affect your body."

"That's what I said."

Venom snorted. "That little thing can't be considered a symbiotic entity at all. It can only play a positioning role."

Eddy picked up a toothbrush. "But you can't remove it?"

"I can."

Venom said slowly. "But it won't work now. You have to let me out.

Oh … I haven't met Arya yet. "

"Do you think it's possible?"

"Coward.

That girl will like me. "

"Before we find him, we have to ensure Arya's safety." Eddy lowered his eyes and said.

"Eddy."

Venom suddenly said. "Are you angry?"

However, he didn't get a response.

Eddy paid the bill and walked out of the door. He took a deep breath of the cold air on the street.

"I'm not angry." Eddy said calmly. "I'm just scared."

"No."

Venom's voice was hoarse and malicious. "You want to kill people. You want to tear apart Redhead's hands and feet. You want to bite his head off. You want to spread his intestines on the carpet."

"Venom."

Eddy stopped him. "I'm a freelance journalist. I've seen countless ugly things and exposed most of them."

He was in a hurry, but his voice was always calm. "After the symbiosis between Slaughter and Casatie, the prison can no longer hold him. Letting him run around outside will only lead to more and more murders."

"When I knew that he found Arya, I did have that idea, but it can't be established.

Violence can stop violence because only death can stop some people from doing evil. If I create death out of resentment and anger, then I will be no different from people like Casatie. "

"Malicious murder is the most despicable act in the world."

"I know."

Venom laughed in a low voice. "That's why I like you very much, Eddy."

"Why did you say that when you know?"

"Because you are very interesting."

Venom said. "The person who should be angry is afraid, but the person who needs to be afraid is angry."

The lights in the apartment were turned off.

Eddy turned the door handle and entered the dim darkness. Only a little moonlight quietly crept in through the gaps in the curtains.

"Go talk to that girl."

He smirked. "She's angry."

Eddy saw her sitting on the sofa, and at the same time heard the girl's voice. "Hey, Eddy."

Eddy put down the paper bag in his hand and sat next to you. "Hey."

"Can you tell me now?" You took his hand. "What happened today?"

He immediately held your hand back. His palm was as warm and soft as ever.

The quiet silence lasted for a moment in the darkness, and you finally heard him speak softly. "I'm sorry that I hid it from you before.

… The red-haired man is Cletus Casatie. "He paused, and his voice became softer as if he was afraid of scaring you." A serial killer. "

"He was detained in a prison somewhere.

I was allowed to interview him, and he said he would come to see me. "

Even if you couldn't see it, you could imagine Eddy's long eyelashes at the moment. "But he found you."

"Wow."

"Are you scared?"

"A little."

"Good girl," he chuckled. "I'm scared."

He didn't say "Don't be scared," or "I'm here," but he said he was scared.

You couldn't help but reach out and touch your sweetheart's face.

Eddy pressed your hand down. "That's why I brought you here.

Just thinking about leaving you alone in the house, I'm so scared that I can't sleep. "

"We have to tell the police."

"I've already told them."

"Is he going to hurt you?"

"No."

You could feel a cute smile on the cheek under your palm. "My fighting skills were already amazing when I was 17 years old."

"Okay." You pinched his cheek. "Eddy Brock, Street Fighter."

"Arya Brock, Are You Still Angry? Brock."

"Who are you calling Brock?"

"You, my good girl."

"Don't be angry." He leaned over and kissed the corner of your mouth. "I beg your forgiveness."

"Okay … okay … I'm not angry."

"I'm worried. I'm afraid you're going to get hurt …" he said against your forehead. "Tell me you're going to be okay."

"I'm going to be okay. Nothing's going to happen," you said. "If he tries to do anything to you — hell, can I give him a life sentence?"