stayed by their side, waiting, and thinking. I thought of what I needed to do next. The two of them had placed some of their trust in me but not all of it yet. I figured that if we were going to survive this blizzard, we needed to get out of it first. My number one concern right now was food and safe drinking water. I did not trust whatever scraps the cultists had within their granaries or the water they used to drink. It was quite possible that they merely melted the snow for water which was, in fact, quite a bad idea since my psychic sense detected quite a few harmful pathogens frozen inside the snow.

If they were unlucky, they’d catch a disease similar to the flu. If they were too unlucky, they’d most likely catch a disease that caused total organ failure within a few days even with their crude treatment. However, looking back at the people I killed, none of them really seemed that unhealthy. Some were skinny while others fat. Overweight blokes strode about and walking human sticks were here and there. There was some sort of inequality between the cultists in terms of proper nutritional intake and fat consumption.

Again, I did not catch this difference when I let my emotions take control of me. I wasn't going to let that happen again.

Now the food and water problem, there was only one solution for both.

We had to get the hell out of here quick or else the forces of nature would kill them both.

Nina snoozed soundly while she laid on my lap. Her puffy, fair cheeks shined as light reflected from its surface. The sun was going down judging by how bright and low the light was. If the blizzard wasn’t here, I could imagine the rays of light from the celestial body above would shower us and the surroundings with its solar energy.

I turned my attention away from my thoughts and turned my head at Yuna. She was sleeping but she was going to wake up in under a minute or two. I prepared myself and thought deeply as to how I should interact with her without the aid of her older sister for the time being.

There was no time for practice. The little girl slowly opened her eyes as she pushed herself from the floor and sat in a cross-legged sitting position. She then rubbed both her eyes at the same time and looked at her sister before looking at me. She had this odd gleam on her blue eyes as if she was trying to tell me something by mere sight.

It was time for the awkward conversation between an immortal psychic and a little human child.

“How was your sleep?” I asked. It came out awkwardly.

The little girl refrained from answering until about half a minute later when she managed to finally muster enough of her will to speak with the stranger who saved her.

“It, was, good,” She said in a robot-like way. I never thought kids could speak like that as if they were some sort of dumb artificial intelligence but I guess they could. She was either too terrified to talk straight or that she was younger than I expected.

Either way, it was weird talking to the little one.

“How do you feel, like, right now?” I continued. She looked around again before replying.

“I feel, okay,” She said. The way she was speaking had slightly improved but I guessed she also had a long way to go. I turned my head around and looked at the blizzard raging behind the wall. It showed no signs of letting up anytime soon although it had been almost a day.

Yuna and I spent the rest of the sunset getting to know each other. I asked her a few questions that weren’t too direct, one of which was if there was anyone waiting for them back ‘home’. She then told me that they had no home or anyone left. Her answer immediately crossed out the idea that they had a father or a father who wanted them at least. Again, I was not being too direct lest I accidentally tap into memories that would bring more sorrow.

The little girl had begun to smile from time to time as our conversation continued. When the darkness finally set, I summoned what I referred to as light orbs. These light orbs glowed a dark red, the color of these orbs always reflected the color of the psychic’s psychic power hence the dark red color, similar to crimson.

Yuna marveled at the sight of my orbs as they appeared all around me and floated all over the entrance, providing light against the cover of darkness that had overshadowed us. There were some torches strapped onto the walls but I did not bother with any of it. Even if I created a small barrier to keep its temperature regulated, the torches would likely burn out within 10 to 20 minutes after being lit up.

“Mister,” Yuna took on the initiative. She turned away from the light orbs and stared at me. There it was again, that gleam on her eyes but this time, it was more of a teary reflection. What did she want from me? I was about to find out.

“You’re not a monster, right, Mister?” She asked. I then sensed a small amount of fear leak from her mind. She was afraid of me and it seemed like after witnessing my unusual powers, she let curiosity control her.

I shook my head and gave her a light smile.

“If I was a monster, wouldn’t I have eaten you and your big sister?” I said. The little girl then had this amazed expression painted on her face.

“Not all monsters eat people,” She continued. I exhaled through my nose as a sign of amusement and extended my hand. She stared at it, waiting for what I was going to say.

“A monster can be anyone but it depends on how you view someone. To you, maybe I am, to others like me? Not really, I am what I am,” I said. Yuna returned to having an amazed expression and her mouth was now slightly open. I had to admit, she was a cute little girl.

Well, all children were cute in my eyes.

“Then, Mister, what are you?” Was her final question as she stepped forward and placed her right hand on mine.

“A person, just like you,”