Then the Boogeyman ran toward Rin, his massive, stitched body thundering forward with murderous intent. His glowing red eyes burned with rage, blood dripping from torn stitches on his face and chest as he closed the distance, his heavy footsteps cracking the alley pavement.
The fog swirled around his towering form, the abandoned buildings casting long, twisted shadows under the dim streetlights.
The monster's stitched fists were raised, ready to crush the boy who had dared to humiliate him, his raspy roar echoing off the walls like a beast unleashed.
But Rin still moved forward with zero emotional impressions on his face.
His young expression remained calm, almost bored, his blue eyes steady and unfazed as he stood his ground.
The twelve-year-old boy breathed in and out slowly, his small chest rising and falling in a controlled rhythm, his blue hair tousled by the cold wind.
Then he started forming a round blue shiny form with different elements.
