The sprouts emerging from the ground turned into winding vines, and within that wondrous green light, the figure of that person slowly appeared.
Golden hair, shoulder-length, with two longer locks braided and hanging down his waist.
The wind blew through his bangs, revealing a pair of deep green eyes shimmering faintly. Two pointed ears drooped slightly, adorned with delicate gems.
A pure white cloak tinged with green trailed along the ground as he walked slowly toward Mrs. Andersen. Her frantic screams didn't seem to affect him in the slightest. On the contrary, Mrs. Andersen kept retreating, hesitation creeping onto her face.
He bent down slightly, lifting her face gently in his hands, as if her grotesque features didn't bother him at all. His fingers softly brushed her cheek, wiping away the tears streaming down as he murmured, "Don't worry, there will be a better place for you."
