How could she not be afraid?
Perhaps she would end up in a terrible state if she accidentally provoked him.
However, at this moment, the footsteps seemed to have reached the last level.
It was as if he was outside the pavilion, separated by only a door, so close, so close.
An mu only hoped that he would leave quickly, but why did he still follow her?
After the last step, a slender black figure stood at the door.
In that dilapidated and dangerous building, the small attic at the top was so small that even the entrance was so narrow. It made the black figure feel out of place and cramped.
It was very quiet outside the door. It was so quiet that he could almost feel the sound of breathing that did not come from him.
The air suddenly became dead silent.
An mu could imagine him standing outside the door without making any sound.
