Silence lingered between them.

  Yudoson’s eyes narrowed slightly.

  The faint traces of smoke faded near his temple, but the tension remained.

  He exhaled slowly.

  “…Who are you, really?”

  The question came quieter than before.

  Not angry.

  Not mocking.

  Just tired of guessing.

  Sugus’ smile widened.

  Not playful.

  Satisfied.

  She slowly uncrossed her legs and stood up, the chair scraping softly against the floor.

  Instead of answering immediately, she began to walk around the table.

  Slow steps.

  Unhurried.

  Deliberate.

  The dim light followed her movements, shadows sliding along her figure as if reluctant to let her go.

  She stopped beside him — close enough for him to feel her presence, but without touching.

  “You really never understood, did you?” she murmured.

  Her fingers traced lightly across the surface of the table, drawing invisible patterns.

  “I was never just a woman you met by chance.”

  She leaned slightly forward, her voice lowering near his ear — warm, almost intimate.

  “I’m what your world prefers not to name.”

  A pause.

  The air felt heavier.

  “When desire grows strong enough… when guilt and longing start eating someone from the inside…”

  Her eyes glowed faintly under the low light.

  “…something answers.”

  She straightened, turning to face him fully now.

  “I am a Deidas.”

  The word lingered in the room.

  “Born from human longing. Sustained by horny temptation. Assigned to guide… nudges… and sometimes accelerate the fall people were already choosing.”

  No shame.

  Just fact.

  Her gaze softened slightly as it returned to him.

  “My role?”

  A faint smile returned.

  “To awaken what people hide from themselves babe~.”

  Another step closer.

  “And you…?”

  Her eyes briefly flicked toward the fading smoke near his shadow.

  “…were always exceptionally loud.”

  Silence, just waiting to hear him