A porcelain white, oval-shaped face, with slight dark soot dusting her cheeks.
Eyes of a rainbow hue, tears like shimmering crystals sliding down from them.
She was the most gorgeous child Ryuk had ever seen—but the sadness in her expression broke him so deeply, his lips parted, his teeth grinding together.
But that only lasted a second… before the grinding from anguish turned into a slowly widening grin.
"Your skill is really powerful," he whispered, rising to his feet.
When Ryuk looked down at the floor beneath him, he saw it—rainbow runic lines etched all over the ground, almost invisible to ordinary eyes.
But he could feel it.
This runic circle was responsible for the deep sympathy blooming in his chest. And none but the little girl sitting before him could have conjured it.
She had wanted out of her imprisonment.
She had lured him here—and enhanced his sympathy through the runic formation all over her cell.
