Jerouch's eyes arched as he turned his neck in the direction he felt the light push.
However, as soon as his head turned backwards, his eyes met a familiar figure which made his heart skipped a bit.
Jerouch was met with a pair of glowing red eyes and the person's hand was resting on his lower back. The figure looked distraught, his eyes dead set on Jerouch… however, his eyes soon reverted to nornal, and he walked past Jerouch.
''T-tobbacco boy?'' Jerouch whispered, taking a few steps backwards subconsciously.
Everything happened in a few seconds and Jerouch could sswear that he wasn't imagining things.
Jerouch's head tilted downward, his eyes scanning his two palms with a slightly widened eyes.
'Why are my palms sweaty?' He questioned inwardly, his lips separating in utter disbelief.
