Chapter 6: Fate has finally chosen a mortal again
"""Yes Big sister"""
The trio spoke in eerie unison, their voices soft yet filled with obedience, as they suddenly dropped to their knees and lowered their heads, pressing their foreheads to the floor with absolute reverence.
"Hmm..." A low, sultry hum echoed in the chamber, carrying a strange resonance that sent a strange pulse through the air. Leo wasn’t sure why, but a chill crept up his spine, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand stiff. It wasn’t just cold—there was something deeply wrong here.
Something twisted and ancient... watching him.
He felt it in the air—the shift. The temperature dropped, and a strange heaviness settled in his chest. It became harder to breathe. His instincts screamed at him to run. But he couldn’t move.
Leo clenched his fists and forced his voice out, shaky but defiant. "I-I don’t know who you are, but... I’m sorry for stealing—"
"No, no, no, dear~" Her voice came, honey-slick and dangerously sweet, like poisoned wine. It purred close to his ear, and he felt a soft, warm hand slide onto his shoulder. Her grip tightened, nails pressing gently into his flesh. Her lips were so close he could feel the heat of her breath as she whispered, "The reason my adorable little sisters dragged you here, darling, is because... we need you to steal something for us."
Leo flinched, his breath catching. "Steal?" His brow furrowed, and his body tensed up. There was nothing kind or noble in her tone. "Madam, with all due respect, I think you’ve got the wrong person. I’m just a street thief. I only target spoiled rich brats from high-class families. That’s it. I’m not... I’m not some master criminal."
Her fingers—those slow, exploring fingers—began to glide across his shoulder and down his chest, as if assessing his worth with touch alone. His heart thudded hard against his ribs.
"Haha... spoiled brats... ahaha..." Her laugh tinkled like a chime, but there was something off about it—something wicked. A sound that would make a sane man question his own reality. She leaned in, her breath warm against his neck. "Then that makes things even easier for us, little guy... Our target is also spoiled little brats from High Class..."
There was a dangerous undertone in her voice, like a beast teasing its prey just before tearing it apart.