The next morning, the three children decided to leave the ruins.
They could still feel the pull from the carvings the night before, though they didn't yet understand its meaning.
As they walked along the old street, they saw a group of private school students laughing and mocking.
Their smiles were sharp—highlighting the divide of social class as if cutting straight through the heart.
Kimh stepped forward, but Nunna and Kongphop grabbed his arms tightly.
"Don't act rashly… we have to be careful," Nunna warned.
Suddenly, Kimh's eyes caught something.
A small red glow from his hand reflected onto the street.
The children in clean uniforms flinched at the mysterious shimmer,
as if something hidden was watching from behind them.
From the ruins of the old building, a small dark shadow appeared.
It was not human, but something that seemed to observe them constantly.
And the familiar whisper echoed in their ears once more:
"Seek… seek… seek…"
Kimh held Nunna and Kongphop tightly.
"No matter what happens, we will fight together."
And they stepped forward, amidst the red glow and the shadow that watched over them.