Si Hon turned his head toward the neighboring cell.
And stared.
(Should I?)
Slowly, Si Hon walked toward the neighboring cell and leaned slightly between the bars to peek inside.
"Hey… hello? Your neighbor here," he called casually, raising a hand in a lazy wave. "Woohoo?"
From the dark corner of the cell, a soft laugh answered him.
A figure stirred.
The person wearing a long robe slowly stood up and began walking toward the bars. Each step echoed faintly against the damp stone floor. As the torchlight crept across the robe, the shadow peeled away little by little—
Revealing a woman.
Late twenties, maybe. Faint red hair that caught the light like a dull embers, and sharp red pupils staring straight at him.
Si Hon blinked once.
"Woah… a demon?" he said flatly.
He shrugged.
"Well… too many weird things have been happening to me, so honestly this isn't even shocking anymore."
The woman's eye twitched.
