Muyang's deep voice filled the empty apartment. He was enjoying his beer and fried chicken. That was until he found a minuscule girl on his window sill.

He turned around, his shaggy black hair bouncing around. His deep black eyes stared at her.

“Hic!” He hiccuped. “‘Pardon me. Do you mind telling me why you are in my uurrp house?” He burped softly in the middle of his sentence.

He put his hand on his belly, trying to calm down the gas. He tutted, looking down at his belly. “Sorry.”