บท 519: A Kill Is A Kill

In front of Dreamer, on a simple wooden chair, a wrinkled old man was sitting.

"Are you Loki?" Dreamer asked, slowly getting up from the floor.

The old man didn't give an answer though.

'Not much of a talking type huh.'

Dreamer stood in front of the old man and observed him.

The man had a green kimono on himself and it was clear that he wasn't Human.

Two horns stuck out from his head, his white hairs ran wild without any care and his skin was red.

Dreamer's eyes then went to the old man's hands and he instantly became wary of him.

'Are those nails or his fingers?'

The old man had long fingers or nails that Dreamer couldn't comprehend but he surely guessed what those long fingers could do.

He jumped a few steps back, increasing the distance between him and the old man.

"Your name is Loki, right?" Dreamer asked again.

And again, there was no answer.