"Pardon me? What exactly do you mean by that?" Ines asked, unamused. She tilted her head to the side and ran her hands through her hair, flattening the unruly strands that stuck out.
Regis blankly stared at her in disbelief for a couple of seconds. Finally, he groaned, "Don't you understand the consequences of taking your mask off?"
"No," She flatly said.
"Then- Then, you should at least know the basic rules! Why did you accept those curses from those wretched creatures?"
"Curses? Young master, are you well? She merely offered me a plate of cut-up rotisserie chicken, I don't see the harm in that," Ines said.
Despite how she outright rejected his claims, she was mentally backtracking. Recalling the small tidbits of the children's odd behavior, and when the girl's hand brushed against her own—her "skin" was freakishly cold.
'They were supernatural creatures? Perhaps, a spirit of some kind? But, they looked and behaved rather… human-like.'
