She took off the glove of her outstretched hand, revealing the antique ruby ring on her right middle finger as well as her star-shaped birthmark on the back of her palm between her thumb and her index finger.
"Time of death, 12:00 a.m." the girl noted while looking at the clocks hanging on the wall of a store, and lowered her right bare hand, shortening the distance between her fingers and the paralyzed man's chest.
In doing so, the man's eyes began to twitch rapidly in dread, and frightful tears were trickling down his wrinkled cheeks at one point.
But despite of how fearful he appeared to be, the girl didn't halt her movement.
With a little more will and effort than usual, she lifted her palm.
A white ball emitting warm and shiny rays of light like a tiny sun with tiny flares emerged instantly, and the moment it attached to her skin, a faint sizzling sensation ran through her body like gentle waves of a hot spring, spreading comfort all over her and urging her to doze off. Yet, she managed to stay awake like always by bearing the significance of completing this task at hand- in her head.