Micca sat down in a corner of the noisy bar, drinking. Her empty eyes looked at the people dancing and laughing happily if she couldn't understand what they were doing.

She was waiting for someone.

“He will come! Don't be nervous, Micca, he will surely come to this place!” She chanted to herself in reassurance, her empty eyes flashing with fire.

How did she know he would come?

She had loved this man since she was a teenager and had acted like a secret spy. She knows at least 70% about ...