"....."
I felt nauseous staring into its eyes.
How could I even describe its figure?
It was just like its name.
Twisted.
But not in the way a branch might twist, or cloth might fold. No... this was unnatural.
Its limbs were too long. Joints angled where there shouldn't be joints. Half its body looked broken, as if it had tried to turn itself inside out and stopped halfway.
It didn't move. Not yet.
But even standing still, it felt pressuring.
My skin prickled. My stomach churned. My legs refused to listen.
Everything in me screamed.
Don't look at it.
And yet I couldn't look away.
And in that stillness, staring into its twisted form, I finally understood.
The conductor's warning.
This figure…
This anomaly…
It wasn't like the others. Not like the conductor. Not like Mirelle. Not even like the Dreamwalker.
This one was different.
I didn't need logic to grasp it. I felt it. In my skin. In my bones. In the pit of my stomach.
