inging to my calf, and I uncomfortably kicked it: "What are you doing"It looked at the darkness ahead with fear and asked, "You... can't see There's a monster ahead..."You seem to be a monster as well...aze that briefly swept over me."......There are so many things I haven't told you, how much can your little brain hold"“That…that does my blood, really able to break the boundary for him He pricked my...
Do we meet again? Or part ways?