The night breeze blew across the wilderness, the grass that had just emerged from the soil shivered under the night sky, and the low humming sound of beasts accompanied by the sound of cracking bones. The brown-black hair grew and retracted strangely, and the back muscles wriggled and rolled under the skin. That was Benjamin trying to suppress his wolfishness.
In the distance, under the starlight, the white skin glowed with a silver radiance gave off a cold feeling. The rustling sound of the limbs rubbing against the ground added a hint of chill to the night.
"What are you doing!" A beam of a flashlight shone from the direction of the Grande Funeral Home, and Old Hank with a hunched back walked towards this side. After the beam of light in his hand swept past two young people, he said, "Are you going to give up Grande Funeral Home?!"
