A few moments ago,
Ryuk and Esme walked side by side up the grand staircase leading to the main palace.
The atmosphere was thick with the weight of unspoken words.
Their footsteps echoed softly as they ascended the stairs, Esme's gaze occasionally flicking toward Ryuk, who remained silent.
"Why don't you ever call me by my name?" Ryuk broke the silence, his voice carrying a hint of curiosity.
Esme raised an eyebrow but didn't respond immediately; instead, growing slightly flustered, she increased her pace, walking a few steps ahead.
But before she could get too far, Ryuk's hand shot out, gently grabbing her wrist and pulling her to a halt.
"At least call me something," he said, his voice low and playful, "or else, what will you do if someday you need to find me? If you can't even call my name or tell anyone about me?"