"I truly think I am going to turn into a supervillain, Sister."
There were seven of them in the circle now, but it only took that single sentence from Riley to silence them all.
If those words had come from a regular twelve-year-old, maybe it would've been easy to brush off as a joke. Something quirky. A phase. But with Riley… no one was really sure. And the worst part?
He went completely quiet afterward—just stared at the floor, his expression as hollow as his tone.
Even Tomoe had a faint trace of worry on her face. A bead of sweat formed on her temple as she glanced subtly at Riley. She thought she had at least gotten a read on what kind of person he was, but apparently, she was wrong. So wrong.
Why would he say something like that right after murdering someone just last night?
She assumed Riley was some kind of genius, maybe even a savant. But this? This was just… stupidity. Dangerous, reckless stupidity. And the worst part?
She was now technically his accomplice.
