The Oracle. 2

'...'

Alone in the living room with the deputy director, who had still not regained his spirits, Alice looked at one of the gold coins in her hand with uncertain feelings.

'Is it my misfortune to have attracted the demon's thunder on me? Or is it a disguised blessing for drawing the attention of this same demon to me?' She whispered as she looked at Alvine's face on the gold coin.

"Tss~, what audacity." She said, mocking herself by looking at the gold coin from all angles, still feeling the shadow of death floating above her head.

But despite the fact that she could not control her fears, her curiosity prevailed over everything.

With eyes flickering with fright but yet containing endless determination, she squeezes her arm, which keeps shaking to the point that her nails are embedded in her pulpit, making her bleed without her even realizing it before she crosses the dark portal.