I wasn’t big on monsters, but I was sure that I should be a statue right now—snakes for hair, snakes body from the… hips down. I looked back up into Medusa’s gray eyes, still not getting stoned… was she blind?

“Umm, hellooo?” The cute Medusa asked again, and I finally spoke up. ​​

“Yeah, I am right in front of you,” I said, not really sure what to say at this point.

How was she still alive? What kind of Monsters survived if they couldn’t do what they were supposed to?

“Ooo, what are you?” She asked, slithering forward.

I didn’t move, but I didn’t let my guard down either. That would be a great end, killed by stupidity.

“I am a man, just a human man. Can I ask how you are blind and how you survive while being blind? You are blind, right?” I asked as the cute girl ran hands over me, not seeming to mind the fresh gore or the old crusty stuff.

“I can be pretty good at avoiding getting in trouble, and my lovelies can smell when excited people are around. They can also smell strength and power, but you smell normal, but you said you are a human. Shouldn’t you be stronger or something? I have heard that when the old Hero dies, a new one enters,” The Medusa explained, controlling her hisses, and she finally slithering back from me, but I was kind of hoping she would stay close.

I don’t like bugs, but snakes I didn’t mind, and this girl was beautiful, and she was blind, so I was screwed. There was no way on god green earth that I could leave her behind and ever hope to sleep again.

“So, what are you doing right now? Like, do you have a home? Are you just lost?” I asked curiously and reached out to take her hand.

Medusa accepted it and led her away from the massive head that I had just exploded. She couldn’t see what I had just done, and that was for the best, but I was still trying to figure out what I was going to do.

“Umm, I don’t have a home, but my Lovelies always help me find somewhere safe to sleep. Do you have any food?” Medusa asked, putting her hands together.

Ugh, she was so cute, and this is probably how she had survived for so long. Still, this was supposedly a world full of monsters, weren’t they supposed to be mean or something?

“So, these other monsters don’t bother you? I just can’t understand why they would leave such a poor, defenseless, and beautiful woman alone?” I asked after trying to let go of her hand, but Medusa held on.

“Because I am poor and defenseless? And you think I am beautiful?” Medusa asked, and I started to get level five Klingon vibes but knew it was already too late.

“Yes, but the people in this world are monsters, right?” I asked.

“…Yes, but what does that have to do with it?” Medusa asked while tilting her head at me.

“…They are monsters… doesn’t that make them evil or something?” I asked.

I was entirely out of my element right now. I had no idea what monsters were like, but the name meant that they were evil to me, but now I was second-guessing that concept with the way Medusa was reacting.

“Am I evil? I am a monster, just like everyone else in this world. Sure there are some bad ones, but there are some good ones too!” Medusa protested, taking my other hand in hers.

“Okay, I am sure that you guessed that I am not really from around here, and where I come from, Monster means scary and evil. The way you are reacting makes it seem like there are just as many good as bad ones, right?” I asked, and she got excited, drawing closer to me, her luscious chest a hair space from my own.

I was starting to get excited in a very different way, but I shoved those thoughts down and focused on the things she was saying.

“There are good and bad, but Monster is just our race. I can see why you might be confused, and some of us might look scary like me!” Medusa said, letting go of my hands to make a scary claws impression, and the snakes even started to wander aimlessly hissing.

I’m a full-grown man that enjoys hitting things in his free time, but this was the cutest thing I had ever seen. No wonder she was still alive; who could hurt this precious beauty?

“Okay, You’re right, but there has to be a bunch of bad ones for me to fight, right? Also, do you have a name, or do I just call you Medusa?” I asked because it was starting to feel weird referring to her like that.

It would be like if she called me Human, and I didn’t want to come off rude. She seemed a bit airheaded but far better than the Oomukade I had just met before this.

“My name is Mary, and yes, there are more than enough bad ones, but I can take you to meet some of the good ones that I know!” Mary said, somehow able to grab my hands from my sides.

She started to bob, and her snakes hissed half-heartedly in protest as she did. I was watching other things shake and jiggle as she did, but having a guide to meet some of the so-called friendly monsters could be good.

I wasn’t really here to make friends, but if I was stuck here, which I was sure that I was, then I should at least say hi.

“Sure, take me to see these monsters, and maybe we can get something to eat,” I said to the beautiful Medusa, Mary, with a warm smile that she couldn’t see.

“Okay, let’s go!” Mary said with excitement.

Mary pulled me along, and I followed, but there was something about a blind woman leading me that just didn’t sit right.