"Hm..." Eiro hummed quietly as he looked at the being in front of him, "I think your race-type was called 'Slime'? Judging from what I've read about those... you should be a Shapeless Slime?" The Demon asked, and with a voice that sounded as if someone was speaking with water in their mouth, just gurgling through it, the 'Monk' replied, "How did you-"
"How did I know? You just have the scent of a monster. Besides your outer 'Shell' there was nothing 'human' about you. No blood, no heart, or any other vital organs. You were just like that inside of that shell."
