Myul Mang was sitting on his stone seat while drinking water from the cup, and peacefully watching the starry night sky. A desire for some human being hammered in his head, he thought it was just another one, but it was different, the request to want the ruin ignited the flame of interest inside him that he never felt. Without further ado, he teleported to the place where the voice was coming from. The wind whipped against the black overcoat he wore. "You called me here." Commented.