"So only me hasn't given you my powers?" Ruoyun asked, her voice low, that calm kind of soft that always felt way too close to dangerous.
Parker chuckled, hands in his pockets, then gave a slow nod. "Mhm. You're the last one."
She stared at him, a little longer than normal. Not just curious—like she was remembering. Something deeper. Something older. Then, without saying anything else, she extended her hand toward him, fingers open, elegant, steady.
Parker stepped forward and took her hand—there was no flair or anything when he Plundered her power. Their touch was strange though… strange. Not cold. Not warm either. Just cool—perfect, smooth, lingering. Like it was meant to be held, not shaken. The kind of touch that stuck to your skin after you let go.
But he still let go.
"I guess a full introduction won't be for today, huh?" she murmured, one brow arched beneath her silver half-mask.
