Chapter 53

“Agreed,” said the second person.

The voices didn’t belong to Queen Vivian and Sirch, since I would have recognized their voices anywhere. Although the first speaker had to have been male since they had a deeper voice, while the second person had a warmer, softer voice.

Footsteps squeaked across the floor, and my blindfold was ripped off. A man with vibrant pink hair and dressed in a leather jacket, black shirt, and pants, and a woman with blue hair who sported an identical outfit stood in front of me.

“Do you want to tell me the meaning of this?” I asked.

The woman laughed. “Relax. We aren’t going to hurt you.”

Nice to know they didn’t have malicious intentions. However, I couldn’t exactly believe them. I had all the reason in the world to be cynical. But playing the victim and whimpering in fear wasn’t ideal either. I refused to be a victim, because I deserved more than to always be in survival mode.