"Young Master, why don't we leave... this place is so creepy."
"What are you afraid of?" The man pressed down on the woman, laughing as he pounced, "That's what makes it exciting."
The two of them intertwined once more.
But behind them, a child's figure stood silently watching.
The moonlight shifted, extending the child's shadow until it reached the pair.
"Who the hell are you?!" Young Master An was startled, shivering with fright, and shouted angrily.
There was no response.
"Young Master..." The woman shrank back, a little afraid.
Young Master An got up in anger at her actions.
"Courting death!"
With five fingers forming a claw, he reached towards the child against the moonlight.
The child neither dodged nor flinched, seemingly unafraid.
"Where did this little brat come from!"
The Young Master gripped the child's neck, intending to lift the frail body, only to feel a sticky sensation, as if he was touching slime.
