"Now!"
I didn't understand Iskandar's meaning and remained silent, dumbfounded as the projector in front of me showed Clara, the figure still possessing my body, looking back at me.
At that moment, I saw several familiar faces.
Marion, my older brother, was standing in front of me, with Eugene holding what looked like a small, specially engraved knife.
"I won't let you hurt my little brother's body carelessly! Eugene!"
"I'll do it. Take it!"
Then, before I could realize what was happening, Eugene's hand had already thrown the knife he was holding at me—no, at the figure possessing my body.
"Aaarghh!!!!"
The sound of Clara's scream as Eugene's thrown object hit me was too much for me to take, so I covered my ears to lessen the impact.
However, I felt something on my left chest that drew my attention away from Clara's screams, and I felt my left chest.
"Ugh..."
Even though I wasn't the one hit by Eugene's incredibly accurate stab, why did I feel it too?
