ZEVRAN ILVANE POV

All I saw was red.

God damn it I wanted to fucking murder someone. Cyran exactly.

The cop's commander had apologized profusely as soon as I stepped into the station, but I'd assured him to just go ahead and do his job.

And he had, with bias of course. Instead of a holding cell, I was placed in a luxurious room.

Humans. Bunches of pathetic fools. All you had to have was money and power and they'll fall on their knees in worship.

The only exception. Vesper Grey Lysan.

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