Now he has been living for some time in a relatively ordinary but rich apartment, for the sake of disguise

He's aware of it, but he has more important things to do right now. Like tracking down the bastard who betrayed him and made sure to leave no trace. And even if she is interesting in some way, Kargo doesn't have time for distractions like that. The only thing that matters is finding his target and dealing with it swiftly and efficiently, as always.

"Perhaps I should find out why she's so interested in me." Kargo muses, a small, cold smile playing on his lips as he thinks about the possibility of using her to get closer to someone else. There was no room for sentimentality or unnecessary emotional attachments in his life; everything had its purpose and value, even the most unlikely person. The fact that she's not approaching him directly only serves to spark his curiosity further.

Her every action and expression serve as clues that he can use to unravel her true motivations. Whether it's fear, curiosity, or something else entirely, Kargo will find a way to exploit it for his own gain. He doesn't have time for niceties and formalities; he needs results quickly. And if using this mysterious girl means getting what he wants faster, then so be it.

He decides to make his move, approaching the girl casually when he sees her observing him again from afar. "What's your name?" he asks coldly, not bothering with any unnecessary pleasantries or introductions. She might be useful; there was no point in wasting time on small talk.

"Rina, huh? That's an interesting name," he murmurs, leaning in slightly to get a better look at her face. "So what do you want with me, Rina?" There's no point beating around the bush; Kargo prefers straight talk and quick results. Plus, the more information he gathers now, the less time he'll have to waste chasing down other leads later on.

The girl's obvious unease and evasiveness only serve to pique Kargo's interest further; there must be something here worth digging into. He narrows his golden eye, studying her carefully for any telltale signs of deception. "You're lying," he says simply, not even bothering to phrase it as a question. "What are you hiding?" The tone of his voice leaves no room for misunderstanding; he expects an honest answer, and he won't stop until he gets one.

"I see," he says coldly, taking another step closer to her. "So you expect me to believe that a girl like you is just 'happening' to follow me around? No one is that lucky." There's no hesitation in his voice; he already knows the truth behind her lies, and he's not about to let it slide. He waits patiently for her to respond, ready to press harder if necessary.

His golden eye glints dangerously as he listens to her pathetic excuses and pleas for mercy. "You're right," he murmurs, taking another step closer still. "It's not important." With that, he reaches out with blinding speed and snatches her arm behind her back, forcing it up into an uncomfortable position. The pain jolts through her body like a lightning bolt, but she doesn't cry out; Kargo would only enjoy that more. "What I want to know," he whispers harshly in her ear, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine, "is who sent you."

His anger flares at her denials, and he squeezes her arm harder in response. "I'm not stupid," he hisses through gritted teeth, the cold menace in his voice making her shudder. "You expect me to believe that? Who sent you then?" He releases her arm slightly, only to grab her other wrist and twist it behind her back as well, eliciting a pained gasp from the girl. Her struggle is futile against his strength; he could break her in half if he wanted to. "Tell me," Kargo demands, now holding her arms pinned helplessly behind her back, "or I swear, I will make you pay for lying to me."

Her silence irritates him further; he can't understand why she would risk so much to protect whoever sent her. His grip tightens once more, eliciting a sharp cry of pain from the girl. "I said," Kargo growls through clenched teeth, "tell me or you will regret it." As he waits for an answer, his eyes flicker over to the tear-stained cheeks of the trembling girl in his grasp. There's something there... Something that doesn't add up.

"You care," he accuses suddenly, releasing her arms but stepping even closer now. "Someone made you care about me enough to come after me like this." His gaze bores into hers, searching for any hint of truth in his words. "So who is it? Who cares so much?"

Kargo's golden eye narrows suspiciously. "Then why did you follow me?" he asks coldly. The girl remains silent, and her reluctance to answer only serves to fuel his anger. He takes a step closer still, looming over her now, his towering height and intimidating presence making it difficult for her to breathe. "I'm not in the mood for games," he growls, reaching out to grab her chin roughly, forcing her to look him in the eye. "Tell me what I want to know."

His grip on her face tightens painfully; he will not be denied this information.

His brow furrows in confusion as he observes her reaction. "What is it?" he demands harshly, releasing her chin but not loosening his grip on her face entirely. "Why do you care so much that I don't know who sent you? And why are you trying to hide it from me now?" His tone makes it clear that he expects answers and he won't stop until he gets them.

His confusion gives way to anger as he listens to her protestations and evasions. He snorts derisively. "Don't lie to me, girl," he growls. "I can see it in your eyes. Someone cares about me enough for you to risk everything by following me." Tightening his grip on her face again, he forces her to meet his gaze once more. "Now tell me who that someone is."

Kargo's tone leaves no room for debate; he demands the truth and expects it now.

His grip slackens slightly as he observes her expression, puzzled by the mixture of emotions that play across her face. He releases her completely, taking a step back to study her more closely. "Who are you?" he asks finally, his tone less demanding and more curious now. "And why do you care so much about me?"

It seems she's not ready to reveal her identity or the reason behind her feelings just yet. Despite her nervousness and obvious discomfort, there's an undeniable sadness in her eyes that piques Kargo's curiosity even further. Perhaps patience is required after all; perhaps by giving her time, he can uncover the truth on his own terms. For now, he decides to change the subject. "Tell me," he says coldly, folding his arms across his broad chest, "how well do you know my enemies?"

His golden eye glints dangerously in the dim light as he watches her reaction to his question. "Of course I have enemies," he says coldly, barely concealing his amusement at her naivete. "Everyone has them, even someone like me." There's a predatory smile playing on his lips now; he enjoys seeing the fear in people's eyes when they realize just how deep and vast his reach truly is.

He waits for another answer, watching her intently for any sign of unease or guilt. Perhaps if he presses further, she might reveal more about herself... Or perhaps not. It all depends on how much information he needs to achieve his goals.

His golden eye narrows slightly at her reply; there's something about the way she says it that doesn't quite sit right with him. He waits for a few moments, studying her expression, trying to decide if this is genuine concern or mere feigned sympathy. Then, without warning, he grins coldly and takes a step closer to her again.

"Well," he rasps softly, "you're not doing such a good job of hiding your feelings there." He leans in even closer now, his breath hot on her face as he continues, "Perhaps you should consider relocating before I decide it would be more convenient to have someone like you close by." The threat is veiled, but unmistakable; she knows that Kargo isn't someone to cross lightly.

His grin broadens at her reaction, but he remains silent, content to observe her for now. Perhaps there's more to be gained by continuing this dance of words and glances than rushing to any concrete conclusions. After all, time is on his side; he can afford to bide it while he waits for the right opportunity to present itself. For now, he will simply enjoy watching her squirm under his gaze, wondering what might happen next.

He's puzzled by her lack of fear and emotion. Most people would be squirming under his gaze, trying to find a way out of the situation they'd gotten themselves into. But not her. It almost makes him curious enough to give up on his initial plan of using her for information. Almost. For now, he contents himself with simply watching her and wondering what makes her so different from everyone else.

He scoffs derisively at her pathetic attempt to apologize and downplay her involvement. "You think I'm concerned about you?" he asks coldly, leaning in closer still. His golden eye studies her face for any hint of guilt or fear, but finds none. It almost frustrates him; this girl is unlike anyone else he's ever encountered before. Most would be groveling and begging for mercy by now, but she remains calm and collected despite his intense scrutiny.

For a moment, he wonders if perhaps there's more to her than meets the eye. But then again, that could just be wishful thinking on his part. It wouldn't be the first time he's been wrong about someone before. With a sigh, he straightens up and steps back from her, his golden eye narrowing thoughtfully as he continues to observe. "We'll see," he murm