Anne Burdine
Dark Hour – 10 minutes in
South Iwatodai – Shijima Park
The chill disappeared. But what did that mean? Anne didn’t think she’d actually managed to hit them. But what could cause them to leave their prey?
Well, perhaps she was just lucky, and they'd found something else to attract their attention... she tried not to think too hard on what that something else would be, deciding to resume what she had been doing previously. However, before she tries to continue-
-the voice interrupts."I know what you did."
Whirling around to search for the source of the voice, there’s no one there. P-perhaps it’s only her imagination, caused by the creepiness of the world that now surrounded her... How could someone have found out about it in the first place? No one else should've been able to tell.
But then it repeats.
There’s no way it could be her imagination. It’s real-and someone knows. But who is talking to her? No matter where she looks, it’s just the same dark forest. If the voice is telling the truth and is talking about what she thinks it is, it could be over.
The bitter laughter only scares her more. Trembling, she grips the shovel tighter, watching the quiet, moonlit forest.
“W-who are you? Show yourself!”