'This seems bad?...Maybe I'm in trouble now...' I wonder as I toss a ball up in the air, a toy I received to entertain myself and pass the boredom.
The problem I see is this little thing flying in front of me, some kind of tiny being that is glowing in pink, I'm alone in my room and just by observing I know what it is.
'A herald...' That's what I feel, she's like me, but I'm a herald of chaos according to Nyzz, while this little thing is a herald, but of another being, now the problem is not knowing whose herald this is.
"Hey, do you understand me?" I ask the floating light, she doesn't answer me, but I feel she's analyzing me while I just wait for the response.
'It's a bit cold...and this light gives me a strange feeling...'
[Are you a herald?]
I hear a cute voice coming from this little thing, I think about the answer, I don't think I should lie, but I also shouldn't tell the whole truth.