The row of light tubes emitted a radiant glow, the stark white light enveloping the confinement room like a bug screen.
Three kids were chatting in front of the TV, the red-haired one lying sideways on a rolling cloud, resting one hand on his cheek, yawning lazily.
Silently, the metallic door at the entrance opened once again.
They turned their heads simultaneously, seeing Filio standing still, his wolf ears slightly perked up, tail dragging on the ground twitching back and forth like a mop sweeping.
After a while, he scratched his black hair, and said somewhat shyly:
"I'm back again."
Sun Changkong was sitting cross-legged on a Somersault Cloud, she looked curiously at Ji Minghuan, casually asking, "Who's this again?"
"His name is 'Filio', I mentioned him to you before." Ji Minghuan said.
Sun Changkong thought for a while: "Oh, I remember! You said he's the little werewolf."
