in the ominous and eerie night, there lingers a sense of peril. With each passing moment, one can feel the cold and spine-chilling breezes fondling the bare skin. On a certain rooftop of an abandoned building, there emits the presence of a short-haired girl whose height seems average, with her hair flying backward in a fluid motion. Ineffably mysterious and glamorous, the charm that’s now being witnessed with bare eyes is so alluring that it’s left one to wonder.

“…Who’s there?…” The mysterious girl debriefs in a subtle yet filled with curiosity manner. Her presence seems vague but her voice sounded genuine.