"Father..."
As soon as the word drifted out from the straw doll that was still staring sinisterly at Grey, his heart trembled. For a brief moment, Grey felt as though something had struck the deepest part of his soul.
Violet fell silent. Even the shadow beneath Grey's feet seemed to tremble slightly. This was incredibly strange.
Bizarre existences were called bizarre precisely because of their strange and unpredictable nature. It was not unusual for them to behave in ways that ordinary creatures could never comprehend.
However, the series of events that had led them to this exact moment made Grey feel that something was terribly wrong.
The straw doll had appeared several times despite Grey constantly changing his direction. It had moved without producing the slightest fluctuation.
It had appeared directly in front of him without him sensing anything. And now... it had called him "Father." Grey's brows furrowed deeply.
