Simon arched an eyebrow. What stood in front of him could not be described, yet at the same time could be said to be a human figure.
He stood there for a few seconds, his brain short-circuiting. He couldn't figure out what was going on, and Alina shared the same confused eyes. Simon's mind perceived the presence in front of him as an outline of a man that wasn't there.
It was almost as if shock had forced him still. But then, he wondered:
(Why isn't it attacking?)
With that thought, Simon's weight shifted to his left foot. He tried to retreat, but the wall behind him caught his body. In this instant, a blow was delivered to his chest.
"Simon!"
Alina rushed towards him, but the same outcome was inflicted on her. Both of them fell breathlessly, Alina making a short gasp for air. Simon didn't bother breathing; he immediately stood his ground.
After a while, he began to take small breaths, each one lasting less than a second.
