Your Name Is (6)

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While Director Shun was busy correcting the misconception that surgery was black magic.

The fugitive Igor walked through the hideout's underground corridor, bleeding as he went.

Drip, drip.

Every time he took a step, bright red tracks marked the stone floor.

Igor gritted his teeth and quickened his pace.

Damn it. That woman….

Igor remembered the red-haired girl running her palm along the axe blade.

She had definitely chanted an incantation.

And after the axe grazed his leg, that leg had started to fail him little by little...