The Ghost-Masked King
When Evan died, Lina Ashford and Liza Voss felt a sense of relief, yet a new worry crept into their hearts.
The cold night air swept through the abandoned street like a restless spirit.
Street gone silent night wind howl
Broken leaves rolled across the asphalt under the pale moonlight. The metallic smell of blood still lingered heavily in the air, mixing with the damp scent of rain-soaked concrete. Evan's corpse lay motionless on the ground, his eyes still wide open with unwillingness and despair, as though even in death he could not accept his ending.
Lina lowered her head silently.
Her long green hair fluttered gently in the cold wind as her fingers unconsciously tightened around the military knife in her hand.
It was over.
The nightmare that had controlled her for years was finally dead.
Yet strangely…
She did not feel as relieved as she imagined.
