"Stop!" she shouted, seeing a person turning into shadows.
Harry halted. He knew he couldn't outrun Gracie in any way...not that he had to.
The mask's active skill had run out at the last moment, now anyone could sense him with their technique or skills.
Harry felt her gaze upon him, as if scanning his soul.
"What were you doing here?" Gracie asked, her hands checking upon her sword.
"I was here to wander around," Harry chuckled and walked casually away from Gracie.
Gracie could feel his emotions. They felt strained, consciously suppressing them so she couldn't feel that.
Harry felt a sudden change in the blood he could sense around. Believing in his instinct, he dove down—a sword slashed where his head had been.
The moment he felt the sword, he simultaneously went into the shadows, travelling far in the distance.
Selfishness, warmth, love, no hostility, that's what Gracie felt in that short burst of encounter.
