Moving too abruptly, she tripped over the roots of the old locust tree, her body falling straight backward.
"Watch out!"
A pair of hands quickly caught her, pulling her into its embrace.
She trembled in his arms, the merciless voice, the cold embrace—she would never forget it for the rest of her life.
How... is it possible?
How could he possibly be here in this place?
She was speechless, not knowing how to react, forgetting to struggle, forgetting to cry, even... forgetting the sorrow. She was engulfed by boundless fear and despair.
Feeling her shaking and fear, he slightly smiled; the person in his arms was so real, not a dream, nor a substitute, but a real, existent being, her body, still warm.
A cruel smile appeared on his lips: "Can't see anymore, can you? Good, this way you won't be able to escape, right?"
This is... the devil's voice.
Only the devil would speak such merciless words so naturally.
