The translucent silver screen glowed with words written on it, right in front of Sezel's face. It had appeared the instant his fingers brushed against the cold, dead chitin of the Flesh Reaper, a ghostly barrier between him and his prize. Sezel stared, his mind struggling to process the interruption. The words on the screen were stark, simple, and utterly incomprehensible.
"What is this?" he breathed, the words barely a whisper. His eyes scanned the glowing text, an unfamiliar warning.
[Do you wish to convert the target into one of your 'Puppets']
"What puppets?" he asked aloud, bewildered. The little girl stared at him with narrow eyes, clearly curious and confused, just like Sezel.
A jolt, sharp as lightning, shot through Sezel's mind. Something clicked into place, a puzzle piece sliding into a gap he hadn't even known was there. He immediately summoned his card and thought, "Show," in a haste.
