It was just a little child. Just a single small albino child. By no means should he have been a threat. So, why?
Why were the contents of Warslugger's insides currently in turmoil? He could feel the Philly Cheesesteak he had eaten trying to climb up through his throat; he could even taste the signature sauce.
All of this, because of a single kid who was slowly walking toward them without fear or hesitation. A kid who should've left with his friends just moments ago, and now was staring at them with a wide smile creeping on his white face.
A smile that almost crumpled his otherwise perfect and youthful face—no. Not perfect. Warslugger noticed it now. His lips were unusually wide, and his ears were also slightly deformed and making him look… surreal.
And now that he was smiling from ear to ear, it became even more prevalent.
