"You can't possibly be serious, Pitit!" in the end, Isilt just settled on these words, for the owner of the adorable nickname that was 'Grigri' turned out to be the undead that had slaughtered an entire family just across from here, still headless, white cape fluttering in the fresh winds.
The voices of the damned surrounding him were quiet, only faint whispers speaking out from time to time, uttering incomprehensible words, if they were even words and not meaningless sounds, the headhunter handed over a thornless rose to Pitit, which he pulled out like a magician would have, the young girl accepting it without question.
"Not only is this a murderer, it's an undead!" keeping his voice as low as he could, which was complicated considering that he was amidst a most surreal situation, supernatural even, his little sister was having a nighttime meeting with a headless corpse that had already demonstrated the capacity to kill.