Tall. Strange. Beautiful, even.
His hair was jet black and longer than Kaya's, smooth and shiny in the sunlight. His skin was pale—not sick or weak—just clean, almost like paper. His eyes were dark and deep, and he had a small fang showing, but it looked more like a sharp canine than a snake's tooth.
He was fully dressed too—not wild or bare like some beast. He wore a proper outfit. A robe. A kimono, maybe?
Kaya blinked hard, confused.
"Kimono?"
Kaya's voice dropped into a deadpan whisper, her eyes blinking slowly like her brain needed a moment to reboot.
She stood frozen, trying to make sense of what she was seeing.
First, those so-called rabbit tribe people—who clearly didn't believe in shirts, or cloth in general. Half of them looked like they wrestled with a curtain and lost. And now this?
