Chapter 2

Noah was a good boy, voted by the girls in his major as the one they’d most want to sleep with.

Maybe it wasn’t just girls who thought so.

“Smoking is bad for your health. If you know that, why do you still do it?”

Noah shrugged. He had no idea how adorable he was.

“Maybe because smoking offers a brief reprieve from an insatiable craving,” I said, picking up a cigarette but not lighting it.

Noah leaned in, sniffing curiously, then frowned and wrapped it in a tissue.

“Senior… do you like someone?”

I didn’t answer directly, just chuckled softly and lit an aromatherapy candle.

“Always suppressing it, Senior must be in a lot of pain, right?”

Noah lowered his head, then picked up a pen and paper from my stall.

His slender, articulated fingers wrote beautiful characters on the white paper.

The words on the paper were clean and elegant.

I leaned my head slightly, reading what he’d written:

“The Lost One awakens the Sealed Demon.”

Perhaps…

I had underestimated Noah.