One step forth, another step forth.
Angzen walked on tiptoes, holding onto Chan-ki's clothes.
His hands were slightly quivering, and his body filled with goosebumps.
A dry throat, a clenched pack of jaw muscles, and a sickening wave of acid welling up in his belly.
The further they declined the dark, moldy, and winding ancient stone stairway, the more troubling his heart became.
Wheee~~
A gentle yet icy breeze suddenly caressed his cheek from nowhere.
Where did that come from?
Angzen swallowed dryly, unable to wet his now parched throat. He wanted to speak up but found his throat constricted, as though fearing to make a sound and attract any evil.
Mommy...
Angzen tightened his grip on Chan-Ki's attire, constantly throwing his head behind his shoulders to look back.
In horror movies, there was always something following the protagonists from the back, no?
