Holding a black umbrella, it shelters her face.
The lower half of her face is covered with a white mask.
Just from the outside, she seems to be a woman with a beautiful face.
The second one is also a woman.
However, in comparison to the previous one, her image seems to be much more eerie and terrifying.
Drip.
Drip.
The sound of water droplets hitting the ground echoes eerily within the pure black space.
The woman, dressed in a white skirt, is soaked and quietly lying in the corner of the room.
Her thick, long black hair covers most of her face.
Yet between the gaps, one can faintly see an eye filled with blood veins, staring intently at Shinkan Isshin.
As for the last one.
He is a man wearing a suit.
His figure is short, with bushy eyebrows and big eyes, and the corners of his mouth bear a fixed curved smile.
The smile looks very stiff.
Up until now, there has not been the slightest change in his facial expression.
It seems that this face is not a real face.
