Just by looking at her back, I knew who she was. After a thousand years, she still looked the same. I never watched human television before, so I never imagined her form would look like this. Now, whenever I see her, I just want to call her 'Little Dragon Man'.
The brainwashing song echoes in my ears, 'I have antlers on my head... won't tell you, won't tell you'.
But unlike Little Dragon Man's search for his mom, the one in front of me loves courting death.
Yet she has survived till now, and if those who wanted to live but couldn't had known she was still alive, they might crawl up from the netherworld.
"I know why you've come, but I assure you, I won't let them bother you again. Could you... spare them?"
"What? Are these your pets?"
"No, they're not pets, they're family. They have always been by my side. Please forgive their disregard; after all, it's for survival."
The person standing before me, pleading for the Two-headed Wolf, is another of my kind.
