Both Aster and Kali stared at the hand, thin as a stick and as pale as ivory. From a glance, they could tell that whoever was the hand's owner wasn't in excellent health... If it was attached to a body, that is.
"EEEK!"
Kali, figuring out that the hand was cut off right around the middle of the arm part, raised a cute shriek before grabbing Aster's jacket. She planted her face inside it and trembled like a kitten left out in the open on a cold, rainy night.
"G-Gho-Gho-Gho—!" She stuttered, her teeth clattering.
Despite feeling primal fear toward the bodiless hand, Aster didn't let his gaze stray from it. It's not that he's scared it would jump toward him if he blinked, of course. Rather, it was because, beside the hand, bloody letters started appearing midair, spelling words for him to read.
[Aster, right? I've heard of you from Fay. Come in.]
'Fay?' Aster frowned, wondering if it was referring to Faeloria.
