Yaha looked out through the window.
White King was playing with the children, using his fingers, while the deformed kids stayed quietly on a more distant patch of the field, with Fujiwara Makoto accompanying them.
That old professor and Lin Yan were nowhere to be seen; perhaps, they had crossed over to the outside?
She banged on the desk, realizing that this place was indeed a perfect prison.
Yaha looked towards White King, her mind ticking over.
She walked out of the apartment, up to White King, and the group of rebellious kids scattered to the side at her appearance.
White King also squinted his eyes and held his palm out to keep the children apart, not letting her get closer.
"You can call me Yaha," she introduced herself.
She opened her arms with a smile, "This isn't the first time I've dealt with someone like you."
White King bent down, bringing his face close to Yaha's, his seven eyes narrowing into slits as if scrutinizing her with suspicion.
