"Suspected of who?" Clay muttered to himself, his mind thinking what was happening.
The system's voice echoed softly in his ears.
It's the fate that's suspecting the host as the host and his Maid were one of the last people the Replacement Villain met before dying.
"The last one?" Clay froze in place.
He recalled the endless hours in his room before this whole week, the moments of isolation, the careful organizing of his thoughts, the quiet waiting.
The Replacement Villain had been active, yes, but had anyone else related to him, crossed paths with him during his final moments?
Clay's eyes narrowed as he began to think.
The more he analyzed, the more his brow furrowed. His head ached as the pieces refused to align.
Who was that Replacement Villain again? Why is he implicated?
Suddenly, he remembered someone.
