The audio room had top-quality acoustics. The frightening cries and wails could be heard from all corners of the room.
Luna turned her face aside.
Samuel was wearing a nightshirt at that moment. Without realizing it, Luna had buried her face against his half-exposed chest.
Under the dim lighting, Samuel elegantly lifted his arm to caress Luna's face. "Luna, don't be afraid. Although it seems like a gruesome death, I believe it is fake."
The music continued.
It was a series of bass notes that made one feel oppressed.
Luna tried to adjust her breathing.
A few seconds later, the background music changed into one that was not so frightening.
Luna lifted her head. Her cheeks were flushed red, and there were hints of fear in her expression.
Samuel's hand dropped down to her waist.
Luna took a deep breath. In such close proximity, Samuel could smell her flower-like scent.
With a low voice, he said, "Luna, don't worry. I'll protect you."
