Something pointed and sharp scratched Damien's arm. A claw was the first thing that came to his mind as he slightly opened his eyes, pushing the weight pressing on his body to the side when he flipped around.
Today was finally the day of enrollment at Gibforge, and even though his gut kept flipping excitedly throughout the night, the boy still felt it was too early for Ahara to wake him up.
And what did she use to prick at his skin? Her fangs?
A sound similar to flapping wings filled Damien's ears after he sat up in bed, followed by a cold gust of wind escaping from whatever beast was performing the act. Then he felt the weight return on him again, his lap to be exact.
"The hell?" Damien mumbled, rubbing his eyes.
When they were able to see more clearly, he gasped at the sight before him.
