I Became the Cute One in the Troubleshooter Squad

When the man blocked my path in the alleyway for the first time, the first thought that popped into my head was: I’m in trouble.

The man, who I initially thought was a drug addict, turned out to be a vampire.

Or perhaps a ghoul, the kind rarely seen even in this underworld, appeared in droves.

But such details hardly mattered.

What truly mattered was this:

How on earth did he manage to find me, someone who usually left no trace, jumping across rooftops?

“As far as I know, there shouldn’t be any working CCTVs around here... Magic? Or some other method I didn’t consider?”

If my psychic ability had been exposed, it would’ve been the worst-case scenario.

Nighthaven was a hellish city filled with monsters and powerful beings.

A lone kid wandering its streets using psychic powers?

It would immediately attract waves of attention from battle-hardened veterans, pestering me to reveal my secrets.

With a desperate hope that wasn’t the case, I scanned my surroundings, my eyes rolling beneath the cloth that concealed me.