Two girls were walking through the dark, damp hallway of the train—its walls covered in living flesh.
The one leading had long black hair, and though her eyes glimmered in the darkness, there wasn’t a trace of emotion in them.
By contrast, the girl following behind with short sky-blue hair was clearly scared.
She clung tightly to the hem of the other’s coat, glancing frantically around her like she was the first to die in a horror movie.
“S-sis… can we slow down a little…?”
“We are going slow enough.”
Seti and Neti.
