SHATTERED SOUL

When she came back to her senses she realized that person was on top of her.

She was out of energy and there was no way she could battle this demon. Maybe, this time it was her end. Instead of fighting back, she rested her hand on the ground, gripping the dust beneath in her palms. Waiting for demise to greet her but what she felt next was a cold hand against her cheek in this hot weather.

That hand was touching her right cheek. Her green hues aimlessly tried to have a look at his face since he was pretty close, and she realized he was wearing a mask like her. The person was extremely quiet and he was caressing her with an odd affection.

Was he a deviant?