Touka trembled, tears pouring out of her eyes in a frantic, hot stream that contrasted sharply with the unnatural chill invading the hallway.
She desperately wanted to run, her mind was screaming for her legs to move, to bolt toward the exit and never look back, but her body simply refused to listen.
It was as if her muscles had been turned to lead, pinned under the weight of the atmospheric pressure that the entity radiated.
Not to mention, whatever this thing was, it was standing so close behind her that she could practically feel her cold, disgusting breaths against the sensitive skin of her neck, smelling of stagnant water and the iron scent of ancient blood.
Every instinct in Touka's body was haywire. She knew these creatures existed, Rindou-senpai would constantly talk about her encounters with them.
But at that time, those things feels so far away, as if it wouldn't even happen to someone as ordinary as her.
But now...
