"Hey…"
The hesitant call slipped from Ricky's mouth, quiet as a whisper carried on a breeze. His insectoid wings buzzed uncertainly as he hovered before the circle of empty chairs. Despite his recent evolution, something about the bizarrely dressed man—his relaxed posture, the way he had beckoned with complete confidence—set off every internal warning bell Ricky had.
Still, curiosity proved stronger than caution. With an uneasy flutter, Ricky landed gently on a vacant chair, his compound eyes darting around the space.
A soft, amused chuckle drew his attention.
One of the women in a crisp, classic maid uniform was watching him with a bemused smile.
"Look how afraid he is... he doesn't look like the chosen one at all..." Mary said with a faint scoff, her eyes narrowing as she studied Ricky from head to thorax.
