"Hey, did you steal my money?"
The old woman's eyes were cloudy white, devoid of pupils.
Under her gaze,
Karen felt as if his body had been thrown into an ice cellar. A bone-chilling cold began to infiltrate his skin, corroding his bones, and eventually enveloped his heart from all sides.
Even his free and flowing thoughts at this moment seemed like a river surface sealed by ice. It still flowed. But it was completely "separated" from you.
A strange feeling.
You were still you, but you no longer remembered who you were.
You could still think, but you couldn't think of anything at all.
If entering Miss Molly's "Sleep Paralysis" state last time because of Jeff was a layer of dream, then this was a further division of your soul and consciousness.
It wasn't trying to scare you
nor to terrify you.
And it also didn't magnify the weaknesses of your heart to exploit the cracks to break your defense.
