The staring contest dragged on like a bad joke with no punchline.
Yuuta didn't flinch, not yet. He'd stared down a colossal pig bastard wielding a tree-club, blasted through hordes of armor-wearing swine, and buried dozens of them in a landslide like some green-skinned general of doom. But this?
This wasn't some piggy knight in clanking armor.
This thing looked like it got rejected from a horror game for being too disturbing.
"Fuckin' freak," Yuuta muttered under his breath, but even he couldn't deny the prickling cold crawling across his back like wet fingers.
