Shadow Slave | Sleepless Dreamer

'I hate soldiers.'

The girl glared at the man who stood over with a pipe in the kitchen room.

For a moment she thought he was a monster.

He entered smoothly at first like the mist itself. But the smell of something disgustingly burnt stabbed her senses. No human would carry such stench around!

It was hard to see, but his uniform no doubt belonged to the soldiers. The same soldiers that berated her and her brothers. That dragged people away like dogs.

"Look. I'm not here to rob whatever you guys have."

"...!"

'That's a lie.'

And yet...he attempted no fake smile. No overly gestured hands of false welcoming. No force of power.

He was...

...Calm.