The pale young man with empty eyes slowly raised his right hand, clad in a thin black glove.
He extended it toward the room we were standing in.
He didn't utter a single word, nor did he make any violent movement, yet the air itself warped around his finger.
A terrifying gravitational force—an overwhelming pull targeting living bodies—burst from his palm toward the girl.
"Nooo!" the girl screamed, her voice tearing as if her throat would burst.
Her resistance completely collapsed.
Absolute terror shattered her small mind.
With the desperate impulse of a small animal fleeing the edge of an abyss, the girl leapt from her corner, ignoring my frightening presence, and ran toward me with all her strength.
She crashed into my leg, her thin arms wrapping tightly around my thigh, gripping the fabric of my black coat with manic force until her nails tore and the tips of her fingers stained with blood.
