Moon Shadow, White Robe.
The moment they saw the two figures standing in front of the 'St. Joan of Arc Girls' College', Jimte and Kalal immediately stopped in their tracks.
Under the moonlight, white was supposed to be pure.
However, Jimte and Kalal could smell the scent of blood.
Faint, yet lingering persistently.
Just like a nightmare at midnight.
Or perhaps...
The evil spirit at your bedside.
It watches you in your sleep, listens to your breathing, and extends its cold sharp claws starting from the top of your head, brushing past your hair, forehead, nose bridge, lips, and chin.
Then, it grips your throat.
In your sleep, you are suddenly attacked.
An instant awakening.
You are terrified.
You are suffocating.
You want to resist, but you are powerless.
