What am I even supposed to call this?
I followed the presence I’d barely sensed all the way here, only to witness a situation I couldn’t make any sense of.
“…Uh.”
I opened my mouth to say something, then closed it again. What am I supposed to say? There really isn’t much to say. No, there isn’t anything I can say. After seeing this, what am I even supposed to spit out?
“…What is this situation?”
The only thing I barely managed to squeeze out was a question. That brat Ddol-ddol was suddenly nestled in the arms of my young father. And what the hell is that string supposed to be?
I stared in disbelief, and Ddol-ddol widened his eyes when he saw me.
“Ooh… it’s Dad.”
“‘Dad’, my ass.”
I walked closer. I saw Father move at that, but I ignored him and grabbed Ddol-ddol, lifting him up. He came up light with a quick swoosh.
“Uwah.”
Ddol-ddol let out a groan. I held him up and met his eyes.
“What the hell are you supposed to be, seriously.”
“Uuuh.”
“How did…