The translucent silver screen glowed with words written on it, right in front of Sezel's face. It had appeared the instant his fingers brushed against the cold, dead chitin of the Flesh Reaper, a ghostly barrier between him and his prize.
Sezel stared, his mind struggling to process the interruption. The words on the screen were stark, simple, and utterly incomprehensible.
"What is this?" he breathed, the words barely a whisper. His eyes scanned the glowing text, it was an unfamiliar warning.
[Do you wish to convert the target into one of your 'Puppets']
"What puppets?" he asked aloud, bewildered. "What, am I supposed to start running a creepy marionette show now? Should I start practicing with strings and a wooden dummy?"
The girl tilted her head, confused, her icy eyes following his gestures. To her, he just looked like a lunatic talking to air. Maybe he was one...
