I slowly opened my eyes.
In front of me stood a woman.
A beautiful woman.
She was tall—extremely tall. Slim, with perfect proportions.
Her skin was fair. Almost glowing.
Long, straight hair flowed down her back. Bluish grey, with soft waves curling at the ends. Red streaks peeked from underneath like fire trapped under water.
She wore a simple white dress. No accessories. No shoes.
Her face was expressionless.
Cold. Like ice.
I was stunned.
No words. Just awe.
"…Is she dead? Do I need to call the police?"
Her eyes were closed.
She didn't move.
Not even the slightest twitch of a muscle.
She stood there like a statue.
A living sculpture that captivated anyone who looked at her.
"…Maybe I should try to wake her up first. No rush, right? Since she may be dead."
Carefully, I stepped closer.
One step. Two.
I reached out and shook her gently.
No response.
I leaned in and checked for a heartbeat.
Nothing.
Cold.
"Brr~ She's cold. She's dead, alright!" I screamed.
Then—
Something moved.
A chill.
Down below.
As if something was getting closer.
I looked down without thinking.
Gone.
Nothing there.
I looked around.
Still nothing.
Was I just being paranoid?
I tried to calm my breathing.
But then—
Something brushed against my leg.
It was wrapping around me.
"… Monster?"
I panicked.
Struggled.
Tried to break free.
It was no use.
Whatever it was—
It was strong.
I felt myself being pulled.
Down.
The ground beneath me gave way.
Darkness opened its jaws wide.
And then—
Silence.