The girl fought the stunning man for a long while.
Even though she had the Limit Killer activated, he was slowly beginning to dominate her.
And the whole time, he was aiming for her throat so a single wrong move could cost her her life.
The man's silver eyes were locked on her, the darkness in them seeming to be spilling out.
Anyone could get entranced by such a gaze, even if the one possessing it was clearly about to brutally murder someone.
After a while, even though dominating the girl, the silver‑eyed man must have realized that by aiming solely for her neck, he would achieve his goal very slowly.
He changed his tactic.
The girl realized that a moment too late and ended up with a part of her clothes torn off, bleeding claw marks over her white collarbone.
The gashes were deep, exposing the whites of her bone.
Blood flowed out, quickly soaking the girl's arm.
Pain from such a wound would be impossible to ignore.
The man knew what he was doing when he slashed.
But, still, through the pain, the girl pushed through and dodged the next attack at her throat.
The man was planning to make her slow down by hurting her, so he could go for her vitals smoothly.
She only barely managed to dodge his plan.
Even while trying her best, she was forced into a passively defensive position by the man, and if it went on, she would die under his claws.
It was time for her to not only try her best but put her all into it if she wished to live.
But the girl still didn't.
She kept pushing on with the Limit Killer.
It was like she ignored the fact that if she had the Limit Killer activated with a wound like the one she had on her collarbone, the later consequences would be catastrophic.
Was the earlier anger still clouding her mind and reasoning?
Or was it on purpose?
The fight continued on, still unnoticed by the surrounding people.
They went on with their lives like blood wasn't starting to stain the tiles.
Things went like that until a new presence appeared.
And that one was noticed by the people.
Dreadful silence overtook the people, leaving behind only the sound of the continuing fight.
Even with the new presence, that went unnoticed.
But only until the owner of the presence appeared.
A tall man as breathtaking as the one the girl was fighting.
But he was different.
His presence was impossible to ignore, his expression so cold it could cause deserts to freeze over.
And his appearance was somewhat opposite to the man the girl was fighting.
The first man had silver eyes and black hair; the new man had black eyes and silver hair.
The new man didn't even glance at the people, even though they were looking at him in terror.
He just straight up lunged at the man the girl was fighting.
In a single second, the first man was pinned to the ground beneath the second one.
"Why are you still causing a ruckus?" the second man asked.
While the first man had a soothing voice that could lull someone to sleep, the second man had a voice that deeply unsettled, sending chills upon being heard.
The girl (saved from the onslaught of the first man) looked at the new figure, her gaze probing him.
She didn't even seem to notice the bleeding wound, even though a wound like that had to hurt.
The second man, after pinning the first one down, locked his gaze with the girl.
With the sounds of the fight gone and the people around clearly intimidated, the silence on the street was dreadful.
The people around didn't even dare breathe loud.
They could see the man they had been fearing for a long time, pinning down a man similar to him, but opposite to him at the same time, while staring at a girl with a nasty bleeding gash.
Then, after a while of the dreadful silence, the man spoke.
"Why disturb the peace here?" he asked, his voice so cold the girl snapped out of whatever trance she was in.
In reaction to that, she reached her left hand up to touch the wound on her right collarbone.
"I was angry," she spoke calmly.
Or at least that was how it seemed.
"Angry?" something about the man's voice was unsettling.
Another unsettling fact was that the man he had pinned down was not struggling the least bit under him.
But it wasn't like he had resigned to his fate.
It was more like he was used to being in situations like the one at the moment.
"What angered you so you would take it out on my space?" the man continued.
"Or are you just insane?"
The girl narrowed her eyes.
"Insane..." she slowly tilted her head to the side.
"That's very likely," she admitted.
She had never been diagnosed with any kind of psychological disease, but that didn't mean she didn't have one; or that she didn't have some kind of psychological disorder.
The man had initially a coldly calm expression, just staring at the girl, but when she said it was very likely she was insane, some surprise flashed across his face.
It was a refreshing sight.
He had a handsome face, so when it wasn't cold, it was quite eye‑catching.
Well, it was eye‑catching, but then, people didn't dare look at the face even if it was highly handsome.
But when the surprise replaced the coldness, it drew people in.
Even the people around (who knew to fear the man) stared at him; entranced.
But the man's expression quickly twisted back.
"You should know insanity isn't looked kindly upon."
He actually said that very mildly.
In the world, those diagnosed with any form of insanity were either locked away or put under control by extremely strong users of the Power of Manipulation and Seduction, which basically turned them into mindless puppets.
The girl didn't react much to that.
Her fingers just tightened a bit on the wound she had, causing some more blood to slip out.
It looked quite nasty.
"No one has ever had anything against functioning insanity," she retorted against the man.
The man narrowed his eyes at her.
"And what is this functioning insanity you are talking about?" he had a brow raised.
Though his expression was still coldly calm, if someone looked closer, they would see that his eyes were no longer cold like before.
Initially, when he appeared, his eyes were cold with suppressed rage (naturally since someone was messing with his area), but at the moment, that was gone, carefully observing the young girl in front of him.
"Functioning insanity is a very interesting thing," the girl spoke.
"Basically, it is a form of insanity with which a person is able to function mostly normal and others don't even have to notice. But if you looked closer, you wouldn't be able to overlook the unusualities which slowly pile up to form what can be classified as insanity."
The man stood up from the man he was pinning down, walking over to the girl.
The silver‑eyed man also got up from the ground, retracting his claws.
The only remnant of the claws were the holes in the gloves' finger area.
When the black‑eyed man reached the girl, he wrapped his hand around her throat.
And she didn't even flinch.
"So you have this so‑called functioning insanity?" he narrowed his eyes at her.
"Or are you just a stupidly daring brat wanting a reason to throw a tantrum in my area?"
As he said that, he tightened his fingers around the girl's throat.
He didn't squeeze (maybe just yet); just applied some slight pressure.
The girl stared back at the man.
"I only said it's very likely, not that I have it. Has there ever been an insane person to diagnose themselves on their own?"
And still, she had her palm over her wound, pressing her fingers into it.
The man noticed that too.
He moved his hand away from the girl's throat and grabbed her wrist.
"You have a perverse relationship with pain and blood," he spoke (still coldly like before) as he pulled the girl's hand away from the wound.
He turned her hand over to look at all the blood on her palm.
"It doesn't hurt that much," the girl pulled her hand away from the man.
And he was clearly a bit surprised that she did it so easily.
"For your size, you have surprising strength," he commented.
"You were even able to hold your ground against my brother for a good while..."
So the silver‑eyed man and black‑eyed man were siblings.
It made sense, considering how similar they looked.
Though they were the exact opposites of each other in many things, there were also things that were exactly the same.
Like the shape of their faces, their height and such.
Most of their opposites were in their presence and personalities, which were obvious even after a moment of observing them together.
But physically, except their eye color and hair color, they were the same; identical.