Beneath a messy shock of short hair, a slick expanse of flesh met Jin Xueli's gaze.
She managed to stifle the urge to gasp.
Slight, smooth hollows where its eyebrows should be seemed to mark its eye sockets; it had no nostrils or mouth. When it spoke, a patch of flesh below its seamless nose pulsed outward with every word. She couldn't help but worry that it would bulge out too far, then squeeze into a wrinkle as it fell back, a dark hole collapsing in the center of the fold.
'Sometimes, Jin Xueli really hated her own imagination.'
"So many customers today," the patch of flesh pulsed. "Don't worry, I'll be done in a moment. We got a lot of new stock in today."
As it spoke, it loaded several cans into the dark belly of the vending machine.
When the gentle-faced female Hunter had said the vending machine was being restocked, Jin Xueli never imagined a resident would be the one doing it.
