From the air came the sound of something chewing relentlessly. A filthy, indistinct dark figure bent over Louis's bowl, devouring the large piece of meat left inside without pause.
His small nose twitched as he sniffed at the bowl of seaweed soup beside it. He pursed his lips, but in the end couldn't resist sticking out his tongue to take a lick.
"Bleh…" He immediately spat out a mouthful of the soup, the corners of his lips lifting as he let out a low growl, like a young beast that had been provoked.
After carefully finishing the meat in his mouth, he swayed as he stood up. He was very thin, his small belly hollowed inward, as though the bit of food he had just eaten couldn't make him feel full at all. His limbs were so gaunt they seemed like skin stretched over bones, and he was not even a meter tall.
His steps were unsteady as he staggered toward the figure sleeping on the chair.
