Was it confirmed what I saw, that Mr. Black was a vampire? I clearly saw the fangs protruding from behind his lips, but what I couldn't understand was why he seemed to hate me so much while calling my name afterward.
Was I hallucinating? It could be that what I saw earlier was not Mr. Black but someone who resembled him.
I tried to move carefully. Unbearable pain was starting to be felt all over my body, and I still couldn't properly digest what had happened, how and where I was now.
I turned my head as I felt my cramped hand, trying to lift it, but something blocked it.
Is the pull I felt in the tornado still continuing today? However, why is it only my left hand?
"Mr. Black?" I murmured. He fell asleep like a human who also needed rest. The man woke up. His face looked puffy, which meant he was really sleeping. "What happened to me?"
