The stone girl stood silently near the broken wall.
Arman touched the stone gently.
"Sleep well," he said.
The basement became colder.
The black stone on the floor cracked slowly.
The boy's whisper came again from far inside the darkness,
"Brother… I am going back."
Arman asked quietly,
"Will you be alone?"
The boy answered,
"No. The house will keep me safe."
The metal door inside the wall was completely closed now.
No red light.
No blood.
Only silence.
The village clock struck three in the morning.
And the wind outside finally slept.