Sharp, dangerous stares was thrown by the young man who suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Drip of water dropped into the clean floor that shone through out the entire bookstore.
He was all wet, trembling and his body embraced with a cold wind. "Come with me, Halora." He commanded.
A cold, frightening voice scared of a young woman who was holding a thick book by her right hand. She held her breath, gulped countless times and blinked her eyes.
"Am… am I dreaming b-by a-any chance?" she murmured, took a step closer to the man in front of him. Halora couldn't believe that he was standing right before her, soaked with cold water.
Nervously, as her hands shaken in fear, she gulped and slowly lifted up her left arm. "Huh!" And finally, after a couple of minutes, she took a deep breath without a blink of an eye.
"Don't come closer to him, Halora!" spoke a young man who was wearing a white, simple round shirt and a black leather jacket.
