The thunder flash had barely faded when the woman — suddenly pushed herself off Haruto's chest with both hands. Her face was inches from his, that same devilish, predatory smile still curling her lips like a cat who had just swallowed the canary. For a split second he thought she was going to kiss him, but instead she rose slowly, fluidly, like a dancer on a stage.
The storm outside cracked again — right overhead this time — and the pure white light exploded through the room, turning every detail into a frozen, horrifying photograph.
Haruto's eyes were locked on her.
