Serah kept running headlong, with no real destination in mind. She had no idea where to go, anyway… or even where she was. She knew Asher was still on her trail, but surprisingly, her strength managed to surpass his. Maybe because it was now nighttime and she had just drank his blood. At some point, by some surreal streak of luck, she caught sight of someone she knew. Owen Valentine was leisurely strolling down the street, laughing boisterously, with his arms wrapped all around two girls who walked on either side of him. His usual friends followed a short distance behind him. Serah immediately approached him, stopping right behind him. She gripped his shirt to halt him as she tried to catch her breath.
"What the-" Owen began saying in irritation as he turned around.
As soon as he saw he
