Chapter 16: Eugene’s Memories
I stood in front of the window, bare-chested, gazing at the towering walls surrounding the castle. It was windy tonight. This would’ve been nice—if the breeze didn’t carry a faint stench of blood with it.
Looking over my shoulder, I glanced at Natasha’s peaceful face as she slept. Our discussion had been long and heavy. Digging through traumatic memories drained her. She’d fallen asleep not long after.
Sigh.
[Door Skill Activated]
A small, hand-sized hole tore through space, and a cigarette pack bound to a cheap plastic lighter with a rubber band dropped into my hand. I placed a stick between my lips and lit it without hesitation.
I took a deep drag—enjoying the warmth—then exhaled a thick plume of smoke.
"The government and academy are vicious. Their methods are cruel... but I can understand why," I muttered, brows knitting together. "The question is, how should I feel about this?"
To be honest, when Natasha told me everything, I was shocked. Pissed, even. Their actions made me feel more like an item than a person.
Still, I didn’t hate their methods.
I just hated how they made me feel.
That says a lot about my warped sense of morality. Probably something I carried over from my past life—and that was the real problem.