To My Immortal I Can't Be Honest With

A woman who always carried misfortune with her, In Greenwood.

Calamity followed her like a shadow, and ill luck never let her catch her breath. Whenever her life was in danger, a benefactor appeared and saved her. But before she could even exchange a word of greeting, he would vanish like mist.

[How about testing whether your meetings with him are coincidence or fate?]

Then one day—at the very moment a train fell from the sky and crashed down on her— a strange, uncanny man who seemed almost impossible in this world appeared again and saved her life.

“Will you at least tell me your name now?”

“Adrian. Call me however you like.”