Isaac's Own Story.
'Wait… She is going to stay here?' Isaac thought to himself as he saw Khione taking a comfortable position on the couch, crossing her legs, leaning further into the soft backrest, and resting the book on her soft lap.
As Khione slowly skimmed through the pages, she began tapping her finger against the cover. The corner of her lip curved up a few degrees, and her silverish eyes showed a tinge of amusement.
Isaac slowly took a book with a leather cover from the drawer and placed it on top of the counter. Then, he returned to the page where he left off and began reading the text inside his mind.
However, only a few sentences later, a cold wind breezed past him, and an indifferent voice followed.
''Isaac… That was your name, wasn't it?'' Khione's cold eyes peeked past the book and studied Isaac's figure very thoroughly.
Isaac winced and quickly organized his thoughts before replying, ''No… It's actually Wraith.''