BAB IV

=Sora POV=

My name is Sora. That's the name Aunt Kim gave me.

Age? I do not know. Maybe about a dozen years. My activity now is helping aunt at the fish auction. Because my body can't feel pain even temperature, I never feel tired when working and can endure the chill of the early morning at the fish dock.

At 3 am I have to wake up every day. Go to the docks and buy fish from the fishermen at a low price then sell them at the market. Around 10 am my activities end, and usually, I will go to the village library to read or relax.

I don't remember who I am. For the past two years, I have always read newspapers hoping that my relatives will be looking for me there. But to no avail. So I decided to live with those who have been kind to accommodating strangers like me.

Yona?

Well, she's a very stubborn girl. I don't know what happened to her at school. Every day I always saw the wounds on her body. Although small she suffered from it; moreover, she never said anything to her mother. Like yesterday when I helped her, she refused. I don't know what to do to help her. Their actions cannot be ignored.

"Hey!" That low voice.

"Hey, Hans?"

I turned my head and immediately met the big smile that always radiated from the tall, athletic young man. His black cropped hair was slightly wet maybe from sweat, or perhaps he just finished his swimming practice. Ah, I wonder what it feels like to sweat.

 I just got to know him one year ago, and he always accompanies me in this library. He is a kind and considerate young man. I'm happy to be friends with him who accept me for who I am.

"Had lunch?" he grinned while bringing me a box of KFC which I thought would not make me full. My taste buds also felt dead. So I also can't feel complete when I eat.

"Not yet. Is this for me?"

I tried to inhale the smell of smoke coming out of the KFC box, but still, I can't express it. It smells good. But I don't have the appetite to eat it heartily.

"It's just a snack, it won't be enough for you," he joked, glancing at the book I was reading.

"You read a translated novel? About what?"

"I haven't read it through; it's about cold-blooded assassins and the like."

Hans brought his face closer to me, wanting to see the book I was holding. I blinked as I smelled the lavender scent mixed with sweat from the nape of his neck. Familiar smell. Somehow I like to smell smells.

"There are so many novels like this lately, do you believe there are assassins in this world?"

I returned to fix my seat position after a while ago lulled by its distinctive aroma.

 "Really? Maybe there is such a vicious assassin."

"Could it be that you are an assassin? Because you're also secretly good at fighting like me?"

Hans continued to approach my face. Only a few inches away, our noses can touch, but my expression is flat. Unlike other girls who always hysterical whenever they see Hans strolling in front of them. Of course, apart from being handsome, Hans was also kind and friendly. He is happy to help my parents and me. Beautiful like a prince in a fairy tale.

"Can you step back a little? The girls are blushing with jealousy."

Hans gave a low laugh and then sat down next to me, giving them a shy glance. I took another sip of coffee and continued my reading.

"Are you jealous too?"

I glanced at him, confused, "Why?"

Hearing my answer, Hans immediately pursed his lips. Maybe annoyed that I answered his question wrong.

Does he expect me to be jealous too?

"Forget it," Hans sulked.

"You want to be here with me or -"

"You wish I was here to accompany you or not?"

Because I didn't want him to frown anymore, so I answered him that I wanted him here. And see how that expression? He was delighted because I needed his existence.

There were no more conversations after that, and it was already evening. I decided to go home and pass the alley where her friends were bullying Yona. Seeing the wound on my hand made me remember what Hans said in the library. It was enough to make me bothered, and I was again curious about my true identity along with the terrible wounds on my body. Hans knows that I have Congenital Analgesia and amnesia. But he doesn't know about these wounds on my body.

Hans is a Taekwondo athlete, and he knows that I can do martial arts because some time ago, Hans saw me beat two loan shark guards who wanted to destroy our shop. I was surprised when I did that. Just like when helping Yona yesterday. All that I did without me knowing. I was getting more and more scared; the fact that my past might be very dark and would harm the people around me was getting more precise.

Because of that... I want to find out more and more who I am. But I didn't get any clues at all. Even from the clothes, I wore last time, and I couldn't find any identification cards or items that I could use as a clue. The previous two years, I felt like a stranger. Hans called me, ghost woman.

"Where else are you going?" asked Hans, who even drove me home to the front of the house.

Unintentionally, Yona also just came home from school. She gave a slight sneer glance then entered the house slamming the door.

Hans shook his head at Yona's lousy behaviour.

"She's still rude to you?"

I don't want to respond. Because of what happened earlier, Hans could judge for himself.

"I'll enter the house first. Thank you for planting me earlier, ”I said sincerely to Hans's response. The young man seemed to be scratching the nape of his neck and chose to reverse direction.

"Then ... see you tomorrow."

Hans came home riding his bike. The back was farther away, and I turned my head when someone was about to approach me from behind. I was immediately on my guard as his hands began to feel in the air coming to my shoulders.

And when I turned around ...

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