The door opened.
Hugo had prepared himself for many things.
A mini version of Lily, with the same fierce eyes and athletic build? Sure.
A tiny evil scientist, plotting world domination? Very possible.
A little gremlin who had already judged him and sentenced him to death before even meeting him? Extremely likely.
But what he hadn't expected…
Was a boy in a wheelchair.
And at that moment, Hugo felt something inside him twist.
Oh…
Oh, damn…
Oh, I'm a terrible person.
His entire mental image of Billy—the evil, scheming, gremlin-like nemesis—completely shattered.
Because the boy in front of him wasn't some villain.
He was just a kid.
A cute kid, with messy black hair, bright brown eyes, and a slightly oversized hoodie that made him look even smaller than he actually was.
And the wheelchair…
Hugo tried not to stare, but he couldn't help it.
