Those scarlet eyes were hidden in a cave on a pile of soil in the distance. He looked up at the gradually setting sun and licked his sharp fangs with the tip of his bright red tongue.
Seeing that the sun was about to set, the group of children who had been playing with Little Sweetcake on the sand dune immediately asked to go back.
They couldn't stay outside any longer because the night was about to fall.
Here, the night was a hundred times more terrifying than the day.
The little packrat had not had enough fun yet. She sat in the sand dune, holding the sand in her small hands as she piled up her small house.
"But Sweetcake's little house hasn't been built yet?"
"Little Sweetcake, let's play again tomorrow when the sun rises."
"That's right. Without the sun, the ghouls will come out. Little Sweetcake, we're going to hide."
The children looked anxious, but they had already maintained a gentle attitude.
