It was deep in the night, and a white fog rose around the graveyard, within which a figure appeared intermittently.
"Did you kill him?"
The calm voice sounded again, and it was only then that Roger realized the voice he heard wasn't coming from beside him but seemed to be arising directly in his heart.
As the fog dispersed, that figure walked closer, and Roger could see the other's appearance clearly.
It was a young girl with chestnut hair, fair skin, not that kind of exquisite beauty but one that revealed a bit of cleverness.
She wore a strapless gown; the hem spread on the ground and undulated with her movement, then directly passed through tombstones and mounds of earth!
Roger blinked, even gently tapping his head, until the girl floated up to him, less than half a meter away.
"You... you..."
A cold wind hit his face, and Roger watched, wide-eyed, as the girl passed through his body and reformed behind him.
A chill raced to his mind, and he couldn't help but shudder.
