A Non-Host's Anger (1)

"Hi!"

Clarissa opened her eyes. It was still nighttime and she had just teleported out of the barrier. The place seemed to be a rice field.

She was in the middle of a long stretch of bluish-dark green, a wooden construct was on her left side. In front, she saw the source of the voice that greeted her. Since she already had quite a grasp of what happened to her, her heart grew cold and she ultimately stepped back once.

"Leo Jones..."

It had already been several days since she knew who he was. But this was the first time she called out his name. For the past few days, she kept on calling him a lunatic stalker, or any bad names. She was that pissed off by him. Of course, she suspected that her emotions, though not totally controlled, was amplified by his skills to an abnormal level.