Chapter 68 – Chains and Contracts
It was funny.
Airi didn't remember meeting someone quite like Ethan. And she'd seen a lot.
There was something about him. That absurd confidence. That chaotic energy. The kind of foolishness that made you pause—not because it was threatening, but because it made you curious.
But there was a problem.
"I can't meet him. I'm chained here," Airi muttered, her eyes falling to the pitch-black chains that pierced into her skin—and deeper.
They weren't just wrapped around her body. They lived inside her, digging into the very thing that made her what she was.
Don't let the calm expression fool you. It hurt. Deeply.
But after so long—so many years, decades, eons—you stop reacting. The pain doesn't go away. You just stop flinching. You get used to screaming on the inside.
Airi exhaled quietly.
Her gaze returned to Ethan, still standing in that strange dark space, still waiting for her answer like he wasn't talking to a chained-up god-level existence.
