ARTEMISIA

“What is going on with you? I mean, you have been moody all morning.”

I stared at Sin as his back hunched over. Likewise, I thought he was fine after the meeting, but he had gone back to his usual self and I don't know if I should feel scared of the constant change in his attitude or not.

I was now aware the moon contributed to part of it. Yet it was as if it was only Sin that was affected the most. Because he was the only one exhibiting the characteristics of what they had listed, the lost moon contributed to.

“I'm fine.” He grunted, then stood...