Persephone was clearly afraid yet determined to tough it out. She clearly lacked the ability, yet insisted on barging
into hell. Was she now left with nothing but stubbornness and pride?
Morpheus sighed, his voice much gentler. "You've provoked Kourtney and Jim. Now that they've noticed you don't
expect to leave unscathed. This place has complex gang relations. The entire Klinge is just gang territory."
He looked at her. "You've already gotten involved, and you won't be able to pull yourself out. Besides, you still want
to continue searching for your friend's whereabouts, right?"
Persephone thought for a moment and nodded. "So... what should I do?"
"Stay with me for now."
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Morpheus raised an eyebrow. "Am I not good enough for you?"
Persephone was momentarily at a loss for words, her mind blank.
"Just kidding." Morpheus chuckled. "We'll stay together temporarily, making them think you're with me. It'll keep you
safe."
Persephone sat quietly, not saying a word. The feisty, clawed little cat had suddenly become a docile rabbit. The
softest spot deep within Morpheus was unintentionally stirred.
After a while, he sat next to her and solemnly said, "Rest assured. I won't touch you."
Persephone looked up abruptly. His gaze was cryptic, but she could see a glimmer of warmth like the setting sun
breaking through dark clouds and gradually softening him.
She glanced at her bracelet, the pendant still dark. Unable to contact her people, he might be her only reliance for
now.
"Okay," she said softly. "When I safely leave this place, I'll make sure to thank you properly."
"Don't worry about leaving for now. If the time comes, I'll help you."
"Okay."
"But first, you need to tell me your name." Morpheus turned to look at her, smiling. "I'm Morpheus Orton."
He then took out paper and pen from the drawer to write down his name.
Persephone smiled sheepishly.
"What's your name?"
"I'm Persephone Hamerton."
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Morpheus stared. "Did your birth cause your parents a lot of trouble?"
"You..." She also glared at him, writing her name on the paper.
Once finished, they exchanged a smile.
"Persephone" and "Morpheus" were written side by side on the paper, just like the two of them were sitting closely
together in front of the table.
"By the way, there's one more thing," Morpheus said with a serious tone. "The people outside earlier were Kourtney
and Fat Jim. Kourtney will surely ask you about me tomorrow..."
"Ask me about what?"
Morpheus coughed, feeling a bit awkward. "Just follow what I taught you, alright?"
"Oh." Persephone struggled to understand. "Then how should I respond?"