Constantine

Luke took a sip of his tea and said, "First of all, you got my name wrong. Secondly, what are you afraid of?"

Pale, the red-haired girl bowed. "May I know your name?"

Luke: "Constantine."

The red-haired girl immediately stood straight and lowered her head. "I'm sorry, Mr. Constantine. It's my fault for misunderstanding your identity. Please give me a chance to explain."

Luke tapped his teacup and said, "Let's talk about that later. Now, tell me why you're so scared of me."

The red-haired girl struggled inwardly, but her mouth moved involuntarily. "Because I can sense the aura of death from you. It's warning me that if I piss you off, you won't hesitate to kill me."

She couldn't help but be stunned. Her Death Sense was her biggest secret. Why had she revealed it?

Luke raised an eyebrow. He was suddenly interested, and asked, "And now?"

The red-haired girl was bewildered, but she quickly replied, "No, I can't feel it anymore."