Hollow, numb, lifeless...
They not only didn't resemble humans, but even the blue motorcycle ghost lady that Alexander had previously encountered, who seemed to have her consciousness erased, had eyes that were far more vibrant than the being before him now.
"Don't make eye contact with it!"
Beside him, Richard's panicked and frightened voice rang out, but it was already too late.
In an instant, Alexander felt a chill pierce from his tailbone right to the middle of his eyebrows.
It felt as though he was standing with his back to a refrigerator door, with a sudden cold breeze washing over him, causing all the hairs on his body to stand up instantly.
Then, something even more terrifying happened.
Upon seeing Alexander, the Hell's Warrior gently pulled on the reins, and the white horse took a small step forward.
