Kieran looked at Mary.
Her withered blonde hair and bleached blue eyes were hanging over her skull.
The grudge within her was so dense that it felt real.
The scene was exactly what Kieran had pictured a moment ago.
"Why didn't you save me?" Mary asked again.
Her rough voice made her half skeleton, half-withered body shake intensely, as though she was voicing out her rage.
Kieran kept quiet.
"Are you repenting for your sins?" The dead Mary asked. Her voice was hard to listen but it couldn't cover the mocking intentions behind it.
"No. I was thinking about why do you look exactly like my thoughts now. Being grudgeful, persistent, ugly and mocking me. After a look at the campsite, all these thoughts were the first thing that came into my mind. When I thought about you, all of a sudden, you appeared before me. Then…"
Kieran was staring at the dead Mary as he spoke.
