**Graham the Hunter**
The little girl appeared suddenly.
Her face was disturbingly beautiful. White hair and red eyes that evoked a sense of foreboding. Her presence was so overwhelming that I, the strongest person in the village, couldn't move.
And I couldn't look away.
Her eerie, unfocused eyes seemed to disregard the entire world...
What was that glowing halo above her head?
What were those strange wings? Why were there so many of them? The giant scythe on her back—was that really a weapon? Could such a young girl actually wield it?
She was beautiful, terrifying, unnatural… and unsettling.
That was the kind of girl she was.
The girl kept touching the black mist swirling around her and muttering "God…" It was unsettling, like watching a possessed child.
I had been tasked with guiding this girl.
