After a while Clio finished cleaning Irgo’s wounds and cuts. She smiled a little, taking her sandwich and bottle of juice. “We don’t have bandages and antiseptic to dress your deep wounds. Try not to expose it to anything that can infect it,” Clio reminded. She lowered her gaze when she noticed how Irgo was directly looking in her eyes. It was never comfortable for her to look at a stranger's eyes.
Yes. For now, everyone in this game were strangers for Clio… and she should not get involved and get attached to anyone. That would surely burden her in the long run.
“D-Don’t be too scared of Sheol. He’s hot-headed and he tends to get on everyone’s nerves,” Irgo said to Clio, stopping her on her tracks.
She looked back. “Sheol?”
Irgo nodded, sighing. “It does not look like it but… Sheol can
