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Listening to Michelle's question, the creature clad in black narrowed its eyes slowly, its smile remaining in place. Basically, his face was a mix of cold amusement and overwhelming distance.

Floating over to Michelle, the creature bent at its waist to put its head at the same height as Michelle's head when she sat in the grass. "You are clever, so do you believe that knowing will grant you control over what is to come?" It chuckled, low and quiet, like an echo of something long forgotten. "Tell me..." its gaze locked on Michelle, cold and endless, daring her to understand what's beyond her grasp. "Would knowing why I gave you these opportunities change anything?" His smile widened coldly.

The silence stretched, Michelle staring at the creature, its humanoid face just in front of her. She could feel its breath on her skin, and surprisingly, it was extremely cold; so cold that even she felt a bit chilly and uncomfortable, when she was usually drawn to cool things.