The little girl's eyes wondered on the only and first person she saw in a long time. But her face only shown disgust, she burrowed her face anew and muttered. "You're incapable of controlling the monster you hid this whole time, what an idiot you are."
Her voice was shaky, but sounded like Ruth's.
Her traits weren't similar, they were perfectly matching. Oswald frowned and gave a worried smile. "It's me, Ozzy! The hunter!"
His hand reached for her shoulder, but the instant he touched it, the void lit with an infinity of images from the depths of his memory. The high pitched scream of the little girl made him retract his hand.
