"Come on, eat a little," Selene said, placing the food on the table. Despite its odd appearance, it smelled surprisingly delicious.
"O-ok..." Vergil sat down at the table, and little Zuri joined them.
"Hungry!" she exclaimed, sitting at the wooden table while holding a fork and knife, wearing a white napkin tied around her neck like something straight out of an old cartoon.
"Yes, eat, little one." Selene said, placing a plate of food in front of her, and soon... Zuri fell into a trance.
Zuri, however, suddenly stopped. As soon as the plate was placed before her, she froze. Her mouth hung slightly open, and her once-hungry eyes now stared vacantly at the food. Vergil frowned, unsure of what was happening. Zuri, who had been loud and brash until that moment, now seemed paralyzed, like a grotesque statue. The only thing that moved was the slow drip of drool from her mouth, pooling onto the wooden table.
