Perhaps I’m The Devil

I read the memories and emotions of the people whose skin I touch. No, I see them. No, I read, see, hear, and feel them. I can’t explain it properly. I just sense them. It’s an extremely shameful and painful process for me. The seizures and fainting that follow the moment I sense them, The flood of the other person’s memories and emotions, And the risk of being exposed. So, I’m always careful. I make sure not to touch anyone. I make sure not to get involved with anyone more than necessary. Then, I met that person. “What exactly do you want from me?” “Whether it’s money or something physical, ask for something more clear and direct.” He was someone my ability doesn’t work on. Som...