Magical Girl Ash stood atop the train, her gaze fixed intently on the figure opposite her, not far away. She frowned and raised her voice, questioning them amidst the thunderous engine noise:
"What do you mean you've been waiting for me?"
At this moment, the moonlight intertwined with the sparks flying from the friction of the train against the rails, illuminating the ghastly appearance of that shadowy figure.
It was a human form shrouded in a hazy gray mist, its mouth twisted into an exaggerated smile, nearly reaching its ears. The closer one looked, the more chilling it became, prompting a quick avert of the gaze.
Ash's eyes twitched wildly, feeling her sanity points nearly depleted, but she did not let her gaze wander for a second, lest it seized the opportunity to launch a sudden counterattack.
What in the world is this hideous thing?
