Amy's face was void of any existing color, her pretty face as white as a ghost's at the very moment.
"N-Nash?" extending her slightly trembling arm toward Nash without taking her gaze away from the thing in front of her, Amy patted Nash gently on the shoulder.
"Just a second. I am pretty close to finishing reading this manual." without raising his head to look at Amy, Nash turned a page over in the book on his lap and proceeded on reading it.
However, when he felt Amy patting him for the second time with a slightly stronger force, he frowned and glanced at her.
"What? I sai-, huh? Why are you so pale? You look almost like someone who just saw a ghost."
"We... We have a problem." Amy whispered and without saying a thing stared outside the window.
Nash felt something was not quite right, thus followed Amy's gaze outside only to feel his complexion getting sunk and hardened.
