The sight of a red dress fluttering down with the wind carries a distinctive beauty.
But to the onlookers and operational personnel at the scene, this sight is akin to a death omen, frightening many into standing rigidly in place.
"Run!"
"Don't just stand there."
Someone finally reacted and tried to escape, but before they could turn around, their gaze became vacant, and everything around them seemed unimportant.
The face of the Red-clothed Female Ghost was unclear as she descended, yet her dainty pair of red embroidered shoes seemed not to touch the ground.
The indistinct face emitted a call, at times angry, at times resentful: "Come, come, come..."
As its call echoed, the expressions of nearby vacant-eyed residents became increasingly confused.
Unconsciously, they moved toward the direction of the Red-clothed Female Ghost, giving the impression of surrounding her.
If not for the ghost's eerie appearance, the scene might appear somewhat calm and peaceful.
Bang!
