When Dadas burst forth with the ferocity of a wild tiger, Jason was still somewhat surprised.
He had never thought that a little girl could possess such an aura.
Especially the posture of her lunging forward, it really felt like a fierce tiger pouncing.
Even the sound of a tiger's roar seemed to echo in Jason's ears.
Then, just as Jason reached for the hilt of the knife, Dadas knelt down before him.
Accompanied by an "I'm sorry."
That tiger's "roar" turned into...
Meow.
"I just simply wanted to be liked."
"But the harder I tried, the more people were afraid of me."
"Even though I've kept a cute hairstyle, occasionally showed my sense of humor with laughter, carried around beloved items like bats, snakes, spiders, skeleton models, and actively participated in everyone's activities, why are people still so afraid of me?"
Crawling on the ground, Dadas spoke almost plaintively.
And amid the soft sobs, she pulled a book from a table nearby and slammed it down on the ground.
