Calvin had to admit that he was startled at the sound of "Virgilli", and the consequence was that he tripped over the other man's leg as he instinctively stepped back, and then he fell straight onto the couch in an unusually wolf position.

Inevitably, Calvin slammed "Virgilly" down on top of him, and his elbow hit "Virgilly" in the ribs.

"Whew-"

"Vigilli" cried out in pain, and then he woke up...... At least it seems, the man's eyelashes fluttered, and he opened his eyes with difficulty, revealing pale mint-colored pupils, and his eyes were full of confusion, like a sleepy child forcibly called to school by his mother.

Calvin panicked and held the cushion that had no elasticity on the man's side, and he tried to get up, but a few wire springs pierced his palm through the woolly fabric, the pain was not intense, but Calvin didn't know why he suddenly lost his center of gravity, and the body he had just lifted sank again, and then pressed against the multiple personality patient.

"Shit. ”

Calvin cursed habitually, and then his body stiffened completely.

"Calvin?"

A familiar voice called out Calvin's name, and the tone undoubtedly belonged to someone Calvin had already met ("personality", of course, more accurately).

Calvin forced himself to meet those minty eyes.

Reflecting the handsome and pale cheeks, the clear pupils are like innocent children.

Virgili ...... The sweet, creamy snack man descended upon the body once more, and just looking at his face, he was confused about his current condition.

"What's going on...... It hurts......"

Vigilli seemed to want to reach out and touch the tip of his nose, but the next second the expression on his face suddenly distorted, and he covered his hand that had been violently inflicted by Calvin, instinctively trying to curl up.

But Calvin was lying on top of him, so the only thing Vigilli did was clamp Calvin's waist with his knees.

"Let go of me. ”

Calvin struck a spirit, and he jumped up with his hands on the back of the couch with a grim face.

"Uh......h Pain...... What the hell happened...... What's ......?"

Vigilli gasped desperately, and he slowed down for a long time before he could barely make a staccato sound.

He seemed far more fragile than Histu or the personality called Fuge, and the same pain fell on him, as if it were going to kill him completely.

The pale face and the dense cold sweat that had left behind showed this, and Calvin even saw a sparkling mark on the man's cheek - even Vigilli himself had not noticed, and the small pain in his hand had managed to make him cry.

Even his voice was nasal.

"God, my hand - is my hand broken?" Vicili looked at Calvin pitifully, "I ...... Am I being robbed?...... It's you...... Saved me?"

“……”

The corners of Calvin's mouth twitched.

"I broke your hand. ”

Calvin said.

Then he saw Vigilli's eyes widen in shock.

"Wait...... Wait...... Why?"

Virgili bent his knees unconsciously, and he shrunk his body into the corner of the couch, his slender hands and feet making Calvin's old couch look extraordinarily cramped, and the contrast made his clumsiness even clearer.

Calvin blinked.

"You...... Don't know anything?" he asked.

Virgili shook his head with tears in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I'm ...... I...... I don't understand...... Why should you ...... You're going to ......"

Calvin was silent for a few seconds, then he rubbed his brow.

"Overall...... Because you're a multiple personality patient?"

The former angel said without a trace of waves.

"Bang-"

Then Calvin watched as Vigili tumbled straight from the low armrests of the couch to the ground because of his excessive range of movement, and he hit the floor with a heavy muffled sound, and then Calvin's ears echoed Vigilli's screams of unusually pain.

"I'm my hand......"

"Bang ......"

The accident apparently caused some distress to the residents downstairs, and while Virgili was still lying on the ground unable to move from pain, the grumpy old lady mercilessly began to hit the ceiling hard with the handle of the mop.

"It was just an accident, I'm sorry—"

Calvin walked to the window with a blank face, opened it, and yelled down.

"You should fucking change places!"

And what he got was a rude growl.

Calvin's brow twitched, and he slammed the window shut.

Then he grabbed Vicili by the collar and threw the larger man, who was weaker than the pudding, onto his bed—his mattress moaning in pain.

Thankfully, Vigilli finally bit his tongue because of Calvin's unexpected move, and he froze on Calvin's bed stupidly like a fawn that could not move due to the headlights.

"You...... You, you, you have to ...... I'm ......"

"If I were you, I'd be quieter. ”

Calvin looked down at Vicili from the bedside, and after the initial fright, he once again succeeded in hiding his emotions behind that pretty face.

Vicky bit his lip at once, and as if Calvin had requested, he fell silent. He looked at Calvin's face, his eyes flickering.

Calvin ignored him.

The old lady downstairs finally stopped, perhaps because people her age were no longer physically fit enough to pound the ceiling with a mop for long periods of time...... Still, Calvin deliberately slowed his pace as he walked through the living room and went to the bathroom to rummage through the first aid kit.

Vicky turned his head sideways, buried his face in the pillow on which Calvin had slept, and took a deep breath. Then he gazed passionately at Calvin's back out of the corner of his eye, and in the dimly lit room, the former angel's light gesture had a mesmerizing rhythm.

Virgili leaned slightly and arched his back so that one part of himself would not be too conspicuous.

When Calvin returned to his bed with painkillers and a towel soaked in cold water, he still saw a pure, kind, innocent rich boy like a forest deer.

"Plus...... Calvin ......"

Using his shaky shoulders and trembling voice, Virgie showed Calvin the fragility and nervousness of a fragile rich little fool.

Calvin gave him a blank look, his dagger-like sharp and indifferent gaze almost causing the other souls in Vigilli's body to stir...... Soon, however, Virgili happily caught a fleeting softness in Calvin's eyes.

His dear and fragrant angel knelt beside the bed, then reached out and took the hand that was on his hand.

"You really don't know anything?"

Calvin asked in a low voice as he looked at the goosebumps that were forming on Vigilli's arm because of the "nervousness".

He heard Vigili swallow spit.

"I'm sorry...... My God...... Me, I really didn't think ......"

Vigili was in a state of panic, stammering even more as he spoke.

"Are 'they' causing you trouble?" the green-eyed man asked, looking at Calvin in despair, "So, you, you're ...... my hand."

Before he could finish his sentence, he was replaced by a scream - and in the moment when Vicili tried to explain, Calvin was already mercilessly pinching Vicili's elbow and pressing the misaligned joint back.

He covered Vigilli's red, swollen and hot joints with an ice towel.

“…… If you don't want to get disabled, you'd better go to the hospital later. Calvin didn't seem to hear Vigilli's sob, and he said with a heartfelt heart, "Then, give you a sincere advice." ”

He pulled a tissue from the bedside table, reached out to wipe away Vigilli's physiological tears from the pain, and patted the other man's face with the back of his hand.

“…… You'd better never show up in front of me again. ”

He said.

Vicgili opened his mouth, desperate to say something, but hiccup at an inopportune time.

His face rose from his neck to his hairline.

"I, I can explain, Calvin, please let me explain - I do have multiple personalities, but I want you to swear, it's just a small mental illness, I'm definitely not the murderer or pervert in the movies, I never wanted to cause trouble to other people, but I do...... It's really a little different from ordinary people...... Sometimes I'm going to lose my mind, those personalities are going to do things for me, and when I wake up, there's always going to be something wrong with it, I don't know how they got it, they have their thoughts, but I, I'm ......"

Virgilli's words grew low, and his neck drooped, reminiscent of flowers that had lost their moisture.

"I, I'm really sorry. I do not know...... Oh, my God...... It's a mess. I really just want to draw a picture of you, Calvin, you're so...... So beautiful...... It's like an angel. ”

Calvin tugged at the corners of his mouth, and his gaze suddenly turned cold.

"You know...... The last person who always used my face to tell the story had been minced by me and tossed with raw beef sauce and piled up next to the trash can in the back alley to feed the dogs. ”

“……”

Under Calvin's palm, Vigilli's muscles became hard and stiff.

"I'm sorry. After a long time, the big man with mint-eyed eyes spoke cautiously. "I'm me, I'm just trying to express it...... Your face is really ......."

Calvin looked at him, and Vigili quickly shut his mouth.

But after a few seconds, he couldn't help but whisper, "That, you, did you really use the carpaccio ......"

"Shut up. ”

Calvin interrupted him.

As the adopted son of a doctor, Calvin was more skilled than ordinary people in attaching a strap around Virgilli's arm.

After a qiē was done, Calvin kicked Virgili out of the apartment — and of course, when he found himself swept away, the somewhat naïve artist looked sluggish.

"I'm really sorry, I swear the others didn't want to bother you...... Well, I don't quite know what they're thinking......"

He tried in vain to explain, but Calvin didn't give him much of a chance.

"Let me stress it one last time. Calvin looked straight into Vigilli's eyes, "You're the first damn multiple personality patient I've ever met, but I don't care about that, whatever Heath or Fugg...... I don't care if it's you or you, I just don't want to see you again in my field of vision. Second, you'd better stop hanging around here, unless you want to get killed somewhere. ”

Calvin paused, then finally spoke, "...... It's like that kid this morning. ”

"Calvin ......"

"It's dangerous here. Calvin glanced at Virgilli's hand, "If even I can make you look like this, then it proves that you shouldn't be here in the first place." ”

He remembered the two personalities of Virgilli, Histu - a male nanny?, and then what a damn British doctor (God knows why people with multiple personalities have to assign different nationalities and identities to each of their personalities, Calvin always found it weird no matter what he thought about it), and in Calvin's opinion, no matter which personality he had, was a juicy little sheep to the people who lived in the area.

What's more, unlike ordinary Darklanders □□, Calvin's life was not only the violence and malice that he had become accustomed to, but also something more evil and twisted......

It's like that blood-soaked card this morning, and the three words "I love you" on it are enough to remind Calvin that another pervert is being drawn to his side.

Judging by the horrific and twisted modus operandi of the other man, Calvin knew that it would be one of the most horrible and evil beings he had ever seen.

He didn't want a fool like Virgili to be drawn around him by his face and finally noticed by the pervert lurking in the darkness.

Calvin never wanted to see anyone hurt because of him anymore.

He's had enough.