I stared at her for a moment.

"Honestly, I just found it fascinating that you're just... a neck," I said, brushing off her question.

For a split second, an odd thought crossed my mind, but I chose not to elaborate.
It wasn’t worth explaining—it felt a bit ridiculous, and it wasn’t all that important anyway.

Still, it was strange.
The dense, oppressive energy flowing from her, and the fact that she could speak so naturally in that state, clearly marked her as something other than human.

She had introduced herself, after all.
Barbatos, the 8th Demon of …