"Your scars, they're gone?"
"I know it's hard to believe, but he helped me and fixed me."
Currently, I am sitting on a makeshift stool made of pipes and planks tied together by ropes.
While I am not restrained, I feel like it because of the kids running around and looking at me curiously.
While Katla and the guy who tried to stab me were talking to the other end of the room, I'm just here waiting for whoever they said that could give me answers as to why I'm here.
"You don't look like a demon."
One of the little boys in front of me suddenly said while looking on my face.
Though I say little boy, he doesn't look like a human boy. Instead, he's got four arms and half of his face is twisted forming a little tree branch while the other half has two of his eyes. He looks quite fucked up but he doesn't seem to be in pain.
"That's because I was born a human. But me aside, does it hurt?"
