"GHhaaa–!! Haaah–!"
Slide. Crash.
THUD!
A woman was panting, wearing black-lined clothes, partially covering her face. A light greyish-blue sigil belonging to the Cathedral of Lancaster was imprinted on her right shoulder, just near the edge of her black sleeve.
"Heeeekk!! Ahhh… no, no, no–!!" Her sandals almost slipped on the moss-red roof. Even though she was professionally trained in this field, the one she was running away from made her feel real terror today.
And Emily, the current Head of the Dream Tower, hadn't warned her that 'He' would be the one chasing after her.
She regained her balance and made a run for it again. She slightly glanced down and saw a shadowy figure following her. He was wearing a long brown trench coat, with the same crest imprinted on his sleeves just like hers.
Creak–
She glanced down at her feet as a cold sensation laced her soles. Ice crystals had started to form around her sandals.
