In the darkness, the man's deep and gloomy voice swirled around her ears, full of danger.
"Why are you so happy?" he asked mysteriously.
Purple Summers' legs went weak in fright.
"You, you weren't with..." Her lips trembled, her heart pounding in chaos.
"With whom? ... Oh, so Purple saw me." He murmured softly, his fingertips with a thin membrane traced down her delicate jaw, stopping at her slender neck, and slowly outlined it.
Purple Summers trembled even more, feeling that the hand seemed to be measuring how to break her neck.
Alexander Summers' voice went even lower, with a hoarse undertone as if suppressing some emotion, "Tell your brother, what did you see?"
"I... I didn't see anything!" she replied, her voice trembling as well.
"Didn't see?" He whispered a laugh, but there was no hint of joy in it, only making one feel the approach of death, somber and dreadful.
