(venus’ p.o.v.)
"Sit down now!" asked the crooked man.
I wasn't sure what I had done, but it somehow seemed he was offended with just one "glare". With a frozen and pale face, I settled down on the chair next to the man.
"W ... What now?" I asked hesitantly.
He looked at me in all seriousness and spoke, "You look like you're going to cry just by looking at my face. You seemed to have a lot of fight in you when you were confronting me the other day. What happened now? You should learn something from June- submissive and mature."
Though I was scared, I desperately tried to open my mouth and shot a disgusted glance at him. I couldn't conquer my fear, but I also couldn't accept not doing anything. It was nightmarish to look into Marlowe's terrifying eyes and almost unnerving to breath
