Athos has always had a happy life. Loving parents, talent from birth, a bright future awaited him. But what will he do when all this is taken from him? When the world he knew is torn apart in front of his eyes? How far will he be willing to go for revenge? And what will he have to sacrifice for that? I am not the owner of the cover. If the breeder wants me to take it down, please contact me.
The skeleton rose to its feet and began to look around vaguely, before its eyes fixed on Athos. He walked unsteadily until he was face to face with him, each step becoming firmer than the last. An awkward silence hung between them as the two entered into a staring contest, despite neither of them having eyes.
"Y-yo." Athos repeated after a few minutes of silence in an attempt to break the tense atmosphere, but the skeleton continued to stare at him. Athos took a step back and the skeleton took a step forward, keeping some distance between them.
'This thing doesn't seem to be thinking about anything and isn't connected to me, so I can't mentally sort it out. Maybe you can order it verbally?' Athos thought.
"Give me your hand." He actually said it, treating the skeleton as if it were a dog. No reaction.