Deep in the night, Luna found herself in the same house surrounded by drugs and drunkards. Just like a few months ago, only she and Charlie were sober.
She had managed to gather more than enough proof that would put the minister away. She kept counting in her head awaiting them.
Tonight was the night she would "die" for the people in the gang. It would also be the night she would be revived back as her original self.
This time she was laying lazing in Charlie's arms. After his confession, he became so clingy that she was getting tired of him.
The man seemed to smile easily unlike before. Every time his gaze found hers, they would soften tremendously.
She could say it. The man was truly infatuated with her. For the first time, she felt sorry for someone because, after this, he would probably go berserk.