She couldn't see the upper body or face of the other, nor did she want to.
The Ghost just stood there in front of the wooden table where she hid, motionless.
A sudden image flashed through Ogawa Haruka's mind; this Ghost might have discovered her, its head lowered, with milky white eyes staring at her.
Her body trembled uncontrollably, and within those few seconds, Ogawa Haruka recalled her twenty years of life; she was not an Angel Envoy, nor did she have grand ambitions, merely a hapless victim swept into the Nightmare World.
And now, none of that mattered anymore, because she was about to die.
But a few seconds later, something absolutely unexpected happened: the Ghost, which stood in front of her, capable of grabbing her easily by bending down, turned away and left, joining two other Ghosts in exiting the lounge.
