"Other people?" Liss blinked, looking around suspiciously. "But it's only us here..."
"Although I don't find it something to be proud of, I rank second on the 'Two-winged Spirit Rankings: Azura Subdivision.'"
"My nose can smell emotions, my eyes can see thoughts, and my ears can hear desires."
Igula walked over to the phonograph and picked a record from the cabinet below that looked like it depicted the end of the world—this reminded him of a dream he had had a few days earlier—he put it on to play, and sure enough, it was very noisy, but unexpectedly quite good.
He took a serious look at the cover, oh, it was 'Angels Destroying the World', no wonder it sounded so nice.
"Although this music might be premature for you, it's enough to mask our voices," Igula said as he sat down. "Let's have an honest conversation, Liss."
Liss nervously took a seat as far away as possible, close to the mirror. "But I don't want to talk to you…"
"Is it the mirror?"
