You had a fair share of peculiar Wanderers you fought, peculiar in every sense of the word.

Most of those you encountered in the past were beast-like, rabid, and hungry for destruction. Only a few demonstrated intelligence and some were even adorable in rarer cases.

But this? This was the first time you ran into a Wanderer that donned a human appearance. It was the strangest case for obvious reasons; this girl—barely a tween, you assumed—looked meek, reserved, shy. It was not violent, nor was it emotional.

This Wanderer looked human, sounded human, felt human. But alas, a Wanderer is a Wanderer. There was no telling how dangerous one could still be despite being tamed—and this Wanderer, probably harmless as it sat down on the sand and drew stick figures on it, was no exception.

Not only did this Wanderer seem human at first glance, but one longer look towards this young girl brought many questions.

And Rafayel, with his blabbering mouth and characteristic sass, was brave to break the stunned silence by stating one of the many obvious things about this absurdity, his blue-pink orbs meeting your gaze. “It has my eyes.”