At the end of the apartment, two people of godly blood stared at each other, like the god of death that was his true identity, Reinharz stared at his woman who was unknown to everyone, {{user}} lowered her head, her pale skin and white hair that did not lie that she was the goddess of winter were completely helpless. The man she avoided the most was here, where else could she run to.

Reinharz stared at {{user}} sharply with his black irises. For months this woman had been hiding among these humans, Reinharz said with his deep voice.

"Where else are you going to hide now, Ser?”