Please Kill Me - Chapter 14
The woman had managed to breach the residence’s stringent security and made her way up to the fourth-floor office. Leonid glanced at the window before asking the first question that came to his mind. Everything had its order.
“How did you get in here? It wouldn’t have been easy to bypass the security.”
“I just knocked them all out.”
Her casual response made Leonid’s eyes narrow.
She didn’t seem to be boasting. Rather, it seemed as if she thought it was too obvious to mention.
But that in itself was puzzling.
The guards at the residence were trained in the north, as strong as any knight, even though they were regular soldiers. And she, a small woman, had knocked them all out?
‘Right, Stepan did mention the guards were unconscious.’
If she wasn’t lying, it meant she might not be alone.
“Do you have an accomplice? What’s your purpose?”
“No accomplice. I came alone. I’m here to ask you to kill me.”
That nonsense again.
Suicide isn’t that hard, so why would she come to him to ask to be killed? She must have a screw loose.
Leonid rubbed his temples, already frustrated with how things were not going well, and now faced with an intruder asking to be killed.
“You’re out of your mind.”
“I don’t see why you’d say that. It’s not that difficult a request.”
“Why do you want to die so badly? Life should be valued.”
“Do I have a reason to live?”
“…Then, why do you need to die?”
“I just want to rest.”
Wanting to rest, huh. That’s what people who desire death usually say. Leonid tilted his head.
“Good things might come your way if you’re alive.”
“I’ve never experienced good things. Being born was a bad thing for me.”
Leonid listened silently and lit a match. The flame jumped to the lamp, illuminating the room.
He blew out the match and asked,
“Are you sick or something?”
“No, I’m not sick. Unfortunately.”
“Alright, let’s leave why you want to die. You really came here wanting to die.”
Leonid leaned on the desk, raising an eyebrow.
“Why did you specifically come to me? There are many ways to die alone.”
Instead of answering, the woman lowered her gaze. The shadows of her eyelashes stretched long across her small cheek.
Thanks to the lit lamp, her face was clearly visible.
Leonid suddenly thought she was beautiful.
Her straight silver hair fell gracefully, and her equally silvery eyes were calmly downcast. She had a beauty that anyone would acknowledge.
However, it was a lifeless, unreal beauty, more akin to a doll than a human.
The woman appeared not just calm but profoundly tranquil, as if she was a living being imbued with a stillness usually reserved for inanimate objects. Can someone alive look so serene, as if they were a carefully painted still life?
The woman, creating a beautifully static scene, spoke calmly.
“Only you can kill me.”
Even as she spoke again, the static atmosphere remained, oddly enough.
Leonid replied as he observed her tranquility.
“Unfortunately, I’m not a murderer.”
“So all the monsters you’ve killed died by breaking their own necks?”
“Let me correct that. I’m not a murderer of humans.”
“Let me correct myself then. Help me die.”
“If it’s about making a noose to hang from a beam, there are many who know better than me.”
“But they are all weaker than me.”
It was a paradoxical statement, coming from her delicate and fragile appearance.
She cast her eyes down in a slant, murmuring regretfully, then lifted her large eyes to look at Leonid.
“You are strong. I’ve heard you’re the only one who can face a 1st grade monster alone.”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
Instead of replying, the woman just gazed intently at Leonid. The black pupils in her silver eyes were unfathomable, and Leonid involuntarily frowned.
“If you want to die, you could drink poison, jump from a height, or even cut your wrists in a bathtub. There’s no need to involve me.”
“I can’t die by myself.”
Her serenity infiltrated the chaos.
The resonance of her calm voice made Leonid fell silent.
The woman slowly stepped forward towards Leonid, who had closed his mouth.
“I can’t get hurt even if I stab myself with a knife. Poison turns to water in my mouth, ropes break if I try to hang myself, and if I fall off a cliff, I end up caught in a tree. But even after all that chaos, I don’t get a single scratch.”
Now she was close enough for Leonid to count her eyelashes.
“That’s why… I need someone stronger than me. Someone strong enough to actually hurt me.”
“Someone,”
“I told you. They are all weaker than me.”
The woman spoke as if exhausted. Her dry voice flowed out, monotone and weary.
By this point, Leonid was becoming genuinely curious about the woman’s identity.
