If she knew the reason, she might have laughed in disbelief.
In her past life, Yuna and Loco had taken this case.
This time, circumstances shifted, and Monica became the one standing at the center.
Lana looked at her and smiled. "If that's the situation, I can help."
Monica laughed softly, bitterness lacing her voice.
"If that were possible, I would've asked already. You're a talisman practitioner, Lana. How could you help the police?"
Lana's smile deepened. "I have another identity."
Monica stiffened.
"But first," Lana added calmly, "you'll need to sign an NDA. And an agreement stating you'll never harm me."
Monica's curiosity flared. After a long moment of thought, she nodded firmly. "Alright. I'll sign."
Lana took out the document and placed it in front of Monica.
Monica didn't rush.
She read every line carefully, her fingers brushing the crisp paper, the faint smell of ink lingering in the air.
