At first glance, Dilos could tell that the little girl was unusual.
Unlike most Westerners, her skin was softer and more delicate than that of other girls her age. At first, Dilos almost thought she was from the East. But one look at her clear, crystal-blue eyes and exquisite, elf-like features was enough to dispel that guess.
Perhaps she was mixed-race.
That was Dilos's guess, since it was the only explanation that made sense to him.
As for why Dilos frowned, it was mainly because the strong smell of blood coming from the little girl had hit him.
Although she was spotless, a faint smell of blood clung to her. An ordinary person might not have noticed it, but Dilos's exceptionally keen sense of smell picked it up clearly.
There's blood from several people mixed in, too. She's already killing at such a young age.
Dilos glanced at her calm, unreadable eyes and thought of some of William Stryker's vicious methods for dealing with Mutants. He sighed inwardly. But feeling sorry for her didn't mean he would let his guard down.
If the little girl had been staring at him ever since he came in, then she must have been able to sense him.
Dilos thought for a moment, then used the blue disc to instantly restore himself to his normal size.
In the little girl's eyes, the tiny man before her suddenly grew at astonishing speed. In the blink of an eye, he had become a tall adult.
To be honest, the girl had only sensed something slipping inside with her superhuman senses. Following the information her ability fed back to her, she had spotted a man as tiny as an ant entering through the crack beneath the door.
The man had been too small for her to make