"Okay, then let's continue. Who wants to play with me? Who is the lucky person? I wonder who will be the fated one." The figure's face became visible, with light blue eyes and light pink hair in a short style. He sang and danced around, engrossed in his own moment, before repeating the words again.
"Who wants to play with me? Who is the lucky person? Who is the fated one, to be part of my playyyyyyyy."
Then he stopped, his light blue pupils landing on a girl who was shivering in his presence, her eyes full of panic as she tried to back away. But the fear she was experiencing made her motionless.
Pointing toward the girl, the figure said, "You look like a good girl. Why don't you take a step forward?"
."By the way my name is Migri, an inhuman," saying that, Migri started to walk toward the girl, whose face was full of tears streaming like a waterfall She was crying for mercy.
