While Zhao went downstairs to set the table for the meal he bought to have with his brother, Dezhong remained in his bedroom, standing in front of the black book on his bed. Paralyzed with fear, the young werewolf didn't dare to go near the book, yet he needed to get rid of it.
No matter what, Dezhong felt that he needed to get rid of the book. His instincts urged him to do so because he felt something really heinous was going to happen if that black collection of papers remained with him.
'What do I do? Why can't my body move? How come Zhao took away the books I got but forgot to take this one?'
Once again, everything in the room started to shift and spin, causing Dezhong's body to tremble. The shadows began to move again, covering the entire floor, including where the boy stood. 'Oh God.'
*SHLARP*
