Logically, it was easy.
Push them away because the more they get to know you, the greater chance they have of discovering your identity as a demon.
But actually doing it was the hard part.
Shaking my head and staring upward through the gaps between the tree branches, I admired the night-black sky.
If one thing had changed since my previous life, it was that I now spent a lot more time with nature, though involuntarily.
Although the cloak was baggy and weightless, its material was not that thick, so the coldness of the outside permeated through it, rushing against my defenseless skin.
I had been thankful for its thin material during the daytime when it was burning hot, but now I wished a blanket or something to cover my body would magically appear.
Unable to fall asleep, I played with my pitch-black pen, spinning it around my fingers for a few seconds.
Finally, I stood up with the pen's tip pointed horizontally at the lake ahead.