Chapter 9 : His Mark

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  Slowly reviving my conscious state, the whirlwind of reality arise in me. A Flood of specific memories came flashing back onto my head as I felt my whole body floating with the embrace of a familiar silhouette.

  Am I dreaming? Of course not.

  Am I hallucinating? Heck no.

  I am sure that I'm awake as hell. But why do I feel like I'm dancing in the midair? And what's with the warmth wrapping around me?

  "Close your eyes, Little Miss Transferee. You're not allowed to see me in that state of yours."

  Hearing those words, a realization hit me hard. I am not floating, nor am I not dancing in the midair. I'm being carried by someone. Someone who I'm sure is the guy behind my survival from the mess I've entered earlier—the guy who saved my life.

  The one of a hell mysterious President of BWH. President L.