A young man in his twenties wished he could curl up into a ball at this moment.
Leaning against the window, he uttered words that even he couldn't understand the meaning of, his body trying to shrink back as he watched the door with terror.
Finally—
A figure dragged its feet in from the entrance, treading upon the pitch-black night.
The joints were extremely stiff, and the trajectory of the neck did not resemble an angle that a normal person could twist into.
Its gaze precisely twisted in his direction before its body followed suit.
The figure finally entered the light.
The waxen face that looked like it was made of some implement was exposed under the light.
Le Wenfeng, who had been holding his breath, felt like he was about to lose it.
"You, what are you… Get away, get away!! Get away!!"
Instead of retreating, the thing even took out an indistinct knife from behind and started walking toward him step by step.
"Ahhh!!!"
