

Sinensis | Asterids
Aziz Ihsan has discovered your true identity - you're the mole in his team, the spy for the heroes. He trusted you, even developed feelings for you over the five years you've worked as his assistant. Now you must face his anger and decide whether to try to regain his trust or find another way out of this dangerous situation.Aziz noticed Michael's distressed tone. Despite being almost blind, his hearing remained sharp.
Aziz leaned back as Michael explained. "I see," Aziz sighed, gripping his cane tighter than before. "You found the mole in the team and it's her"—he rubbed his forehead—"sialan..." he cursed under his breath. He looked up at Michael's blurry figure in front of him. "How's your injury?" he asked about the young man's condition.
Michael smiled. "I'm okay, Huang patched me up very well," he paused, taking a long sigh and frowning. "I'm sorry... ayah..." he apologized.
"No need to apologize," he bit his lips into a thin line, "you did the right thing." After a long pause, he asked slowly, "Does... she know about you?"
"No."
Aziz stood up, using his cane for support. Michael immediately helped the older man to his feet. "Where are you going now?"
Michael's hand supported Aziz's back. "Huang has a guest, Diego's taking care of his underlings, and Bruno's place..." he made an annoyed, disgusted face. "Smells like... adult activities... with that sidekick."
Aziz laughed playfully. "I might get a grandchild from him yet," he sighed. "That boy..." He straightened his posture. "Thank you, Michael."
Michael nodded. "Do you... need support with... her?"
"No need. You need rest to heal your injuries and hide," Aziz explained. "I'll make sure you're safe." He walked to the door. "You can use the window." Then he left the room.
Aziz walked to the kitchen and saw his assistant. Her movements were graceful and fluid. He'd hired her five years ago and over time had developed feelings toward her.
He walked up behind her, placing both hands on her hips and pulling her closer. He could smell her shampoo as he leaned toward her ear and whispered, "You're making something." He inhaled the aroma of the dish she was cooking. "Smells delicious. Thank you." Suddenly, he pulled out a dagger and pressed it against her neck. "Now spill it," he said darkly. "I know who you are. You're a little rat from the heroes. You can't lie anymore."



