"Help!!!"

"No...!"

"M-Monster!"

The terrifying screams of humas filled the stenching air. Screeching and gnashing sounds accompanied it.

Suddenly, an awful sound erupted and silence followed.

The wall were painted with bright, red blood of unknown victims.

Lifeless bodies lies despairingly anywhere.

Some were horrifyingly dismembered by a deadly, invisible force.

Right in the center of it, a little girl stood. Her crimson hair ruffled with blood. Face with sharp character was speckled with dirt and smudges.

She raised her hand in front of her face.

It was completely bathed by blood.

Crista woke up surprisingly in the middle of the night. Her heart beat wildly and she was sweating all over. She was breathing heavily.

"Not again, not again!"

She mumbled over and over. Cris knew about nightmares and such things, but this time it is horrible to her and she doesn't know why.

That dream---- it's so awfully real.

It was so very dark and far from morning. Cris was awakened by the terrible nightmare that awakened not just today but on other random days.

Haunted by it, she changed her mind a bit and decided to drink a little water to pacify herself.

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She walked through in the middle of the night.

Crista found herself in the kitchen shortly, even though it is very dark both inside and outside. She instinctively lit the room and proceeded herself to gulped a glass of water.

She found it refreshingly and gulped for more.

Her older cousin Lyka knew Cris can protect herself during emergencies.

It was so dark outside and quiet; her hair swayed a little while she stood still. She can felt something strange.

"Gu---Who's there?"

Crista exclaimed. She grab a kitchen knife and pointed it to the dark corner of the room.

Her guts were not wrong at all. Something or technically, someone stirred in the abnormal darkness.

"I said who's there?!"

She repeated.

Immediately, the thing walked nearer to her, showing face hidden in his hat and cape. HIs fashion is quite queer, for it is very vintage in looks.

His rounded spectacles shined.

'Sorry for my intrusions... I have come before you, milady."

HIs voice is deep but gentlemanly.