The pink-haired girl cocked her head, her hands clasped together in a "please" gesture, her face flushed with a shy expression like that of a lovestruck youth gathering the courage to confess their feelings.
"Not even moths and scorpions can be my friends... I'm searching for friends who are just as strong, bear the same worries, share the same joys, and stand in the same world as me."
With crushed human bones underfoot, the girl smiled innocently, bathed in the violent, blood-scented wind.
"Before we talk about being friends, isn't it a bit rude to ask questions without introducing yourself first?"
A sharp female voice came from under the cloak, accompanied by the "cracking" sound of bone movement carried by the wind.
"My name is 'Dinoponera,' please take care of me."
"Miss Dinoponera, may I ask you a little something? These guys on the ground—"
Without paying any attention to Dinoponera's polite manners, the small girl pointed at the ground with her sharp claws.
