When the woman left, he didn't even see her movements. His vision blurred, and all he saw was the air twisted so much that it was visible to the naked eye, and the sonic boom echoing in his ears.
Yong's face was expressionless. Before long, he lowered his head, took a deep breath, and slowly separated the intense vinegar smell lingering to capture the scent left by the woman's disappearance in the air. Regrettably, she wasn't the Zombie King he thought; she was a... fellow? But not a fellow... She seemed like one of them. Was she searching for something?
This city seems to share the same complexity as the people in his eyes, with many entities lurking here, also on their way here...
Time passed quickly, and after Ghost Head opened his eyes, it was already dusk. Groggily sitting up from the ground, the cold wind blowing from outside immediately woke him up. He looked outside; Yong was standing by the railing, staring into the distance, seemingly lost in thought.
