Chapter 4: Background Part 1
Every step she took made a soft thud as her wooden sandals met the ground.
Now that she was close, he could see her face clearly. Straight black hair as dark as night, and huge red eyes that made her look more like a porcelain doll than a person.
"Do you wanna live?" she asked, voice cold as ice.
He found he could breathe easier—strange, considering he was just experiencing cardiac arrest seconds ago.
"Not really... I just wanna rest. I'm tired. But hey, if hell's too hot, I'm open for options," he muttered, half-joking.
The girl's eyes widened, and she stifled a giggle behind the black fan in her left hand, her laughter soft and enchanting.
"I found the right person. You've definitely inherited your grandfather's twisted sense of humor...and that annoying attitude, too."
"Grandfather?"
"So, you don't know about him?" She raised her fan higher to her face.
"What are you talking abou—"
He wanted to ask who she was and what she meant, but the pressure in his chest slammed back before he could finish.