Midnight.
The world was still—except for the hearts that refused to rest.
"So… they're hiding here again?"
A figure cloaked in shadow stood at the edge of the sleeping wilderness. Between his pale fingers, he toyed with a lock of soft pink hair, holding it to his nose like a hound. His gaze lifted toward the enormous creature slumbering before him—the ancient beast known as the Black Tortoise.
The strange ghost's lips curled into a smile. His tracking ability made escape impossible. He could follow his targets anywhere, no matter how far they ran.
Those two girls were clever—too clever. The tricks they'd learned back in Amestris City worked frighteningly well even against him.
"Good at running, aren't you?" he muttered, a low growl rumbling in his throat. "Let's see how long you can keep that up."
