Hmmm..... That thread looks different....
Olivia muttered slowly almost like a whisper. She leaned in, trying to see what kind of thread it was. She traced where that line was heading from one end to the other.
"Why does this thread seem like it has no end?"
she said slowly while furrowing her brows. She stretched her neck to look at the thread. Slowly, but her view was blocked by the fabric of the masked man's robe. Then that man only watched her calmly without letting out a single word from his mouth.
Hmm... let's see who survive tonight...
The man whispered quietly, a smile forming behind that mask. He didn't move. Didn't make a sound. But his presence... felt like something was waiting for the right moment to destroy everything.
The black hood he wore covered his face so that from Olivia's perspective, only darkness was visible, but his red glowing eyes were clearly looking toward her. As if he enjoyed watching that situation.
Shifting to Olivia,
