Mark and Rose sat on the grass in front of the campfire.
The fire crackled softly, and the sound of the stream in the distance was the only thing filling the silence of the night.
'How did she know I'm a reincarnated person?' Mark thought, staring at the flames without saying anything.
That question had been lodged in his head from the moment that woman said it.
'…was obviously you, my little re-in-car-na-ted one.'
Mark remembered perfectly the way she had said it.
It wasn't a guess or a question.
It was a statement.
Each syllable pronounced with deliberate slowness, almost as if she were savoring every word and enjoying the effect they had on him.
'Can she detect it somehow? Is that something demons can do? Or is it something exclusive to her?'
Mark had no answers, only questions that piled on top of each other without leading anywhere.
'And on top of everything, she said she had plans for me… whatever that means, I highly doubt it's anything good.'
