Where did such handsome beings come from? They were otherworldly.
The white-haired man turned to me, blinking and I gasped as our eyes met.
"…She's awake."
The silver-haired one followed his gaze—and our eyes met.
Something cold and electric ran down my spine.
I swallowed hard.
"Who…Who are you?"
They looked at me and then turned to face each other.
"You woke her up." The silver-haired said,
"How is it my fault?"
They started bickering again.
Was I not supposed to wake up?
No, what am I even saying?
This is a dream. But when I pinched myself, I felt the pain so vividly and the scene before me did not fade.
Both looked at me puzzled and then asked,
"Do you like pain?"
"What?"
"Why did you pinch yourself?"
"Humans are so strange."
What is happening? Why are they speaking like they aren't humans themselves?
They... I noticed their eyes.
