My God.
No human should know about this place, and the pale girl with long blonde hair in a messy ponytail has already seen too much. She stands about five foot two, more than dwarfed by Thor and the tall, elegant Daji. She's wearing a magenta tank top, jean shorts, and flip-flops. She can't be more than eighteen. And she has a look in her eyes. As if she's had a tough life.
Her hazel eyes take in everything, including the sign, then flit back to Thor and Erlang.
"Is that a monkey man?" she bursts out, incredulous.
Erlang bows. "Erlang Shen, miss, at your service."
"You are not helping," Thor mutters.
Erlang draws himself up, his fur puffed out. "There's no reason to be rude," he says in a prim tone. "She's our guest."
Tina takes a deep breath. "What is this place? What was that thing? It looked like the Mothman. My ears are still recovering."
