Michael's heart began to tremble violently, and he tightly clenched his hands. He knew that it was an illusion from the mist, so he was unable to do anything about it. All he could do was remain clear-headed and not fall into it.
At that very exact moment, Michael's body jerked violently. To his side, he suddenly saw a redhead girl who seemed to be in her late twenties walking out of the mist to stand next to the old man. Just like the old man, she too wore a black suit and trousers with a black-tie but her white shirt was drenched in blood.
"You...you killed me!" Suddenly, the girl, with her bloody face, saw Michael and cried out. Her voice was extremely miserable, it contained a mix of anger as well as sadness. Soon after the girl, more and more black-suited people drenched in blood appeared out of the mist. All of their bodies were littered with bullet holes.
