Let us turn back the time for a little. It was the story about last night.
Harsh waves crashed against a rocky shore. The full moon was looming around the sky as a cold breeze hit the surrounding area.
A severed head was washed to the sand to a quiet deserted shore. The severed area had already closed with an unusual color.
Usually, the wound would show flesh and blood color. However, the severed neck didn't show that usual color. Instead, it looked metallic. The severed part reflected the moonlight as the metallic flesh wriggled around.
As it turned around by pushing the sand with its liquid metal flesh, the severed head smiled and let out a sigh.
"Aaah~ The Boogeymen refused to join my pity party~" He dragged his sentence and sounded disappointed, but his expression betrayed his words. "Well, it can't be helped. Maybe that person will be interested instead."
