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I mean, of course, it looks like a family photo.

I raised my hand to touch the face of the little girl between the man and the woman, who looked like her parents—of course they were.

When I put my hand on her face, her blue eyes became more radiant and became the color of the sky, and then her face began to burn and erode, so I panicked and did not notice her features well.

I looked in the mirror again to find my eyes shining the same color, and then everything turned white after that.

Minutes passed, and I woke up to find myself in a strange place.

The moment it's this house!

And in the same room, but it looks more tidy, and the vision is very blurred.

I heard a voice from the window, and I went to look, and there was a little girl in a scarlet dress playing with dolls in the garden and singing, her fine hair covering her back. I don't know, but I felt that she was that girl in the picture. Then suddenly the door to the room opened, the man in the picture entered, and the lady also froze. I don't know what to do.

But the strange thing was that their faces were not clear at all. I saw nothing but their bodies. As for the faces, they seemed distorted.

The strangest thing is that they did not show any reaction and simply passed through me!

Am I dreaming now?

Is this the fabric of my rusty imagination? Has my mind finally gone to hell?

The man who suddenly spoke brought me back to reality.

"We should leave here as soon as possible."

He repeated in a firm voice that shivered in my heart as he took out the same box that I had previously opened; he did not finish opening it because his wife closed it quickly.

"No, Gerald, where are we going? This is our house; isn't it enough that we escaped from our kingdoms?" We can't leave. What about our daughter?"

"We will take it with us; we will leave for any place where it is not safe for us to stay here, for the effect of protection will be gone at the sunset of the two moons, that is, after a few minutes, and they will come to kill us, especially when they find out that we have offspring."

"And what about the king?"

"They can't kill him because he's their ruler, but they'll at least lock him up. Don't worry, we can escape."

I was standing between them, not understanding a single letter of what they were saying. I seemed more lost in their conversation.

But why does this sound so familiar?

I was interrupted by the sound of screaming outside, and the couple rose to look out the window.

The maid who was tending the garden had her bowels torn, and the girl standing in front of her was trembling and screaming from the horror of the sight.

"(Spencer)!!"

Suddenly an old man with white hair in a black suit appeared and bowed to him, his face very clear in contrast to theirs.

"Yes, sir."

He hadn't finished his sentence yet, and the glass shattered through me, and a strange-looking creature entered the room.

"They (Spencer) are coming; quickly take her out of here and take good care of her, please. Just protect her at all costs." He didn't finish his sentence yet, as the glass shattered through me and a strange creature entered the room.

The old man quickly took the child and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

She was crying bitterly, and I don't know why I felt it! Why do I want to cry too?

The man started a fight with this creature, but he threw it from the window to be picked up by another creature and torn to shreds. 4

I closed my eyes without realizing it, and I felt my heart pounding in pain against my chest. This was really so painful that I wanted to cry, and without feeling it, my tears started falling like rain. I don't even know why! I feel nothing.

That being went up the stairs, and as soon as he entered, he turned into a human, but his face was confused. I couldn't see him clearly, and I couldn't control the feeling of anger and hatred inside me as soon as I saw him.

He began to approach the poor woman, staring at her with his dirty eyes. He approached her, held her chin between his thumb and forefinger, bent to become nearly her length, and spoke in a cold voice.

"My dear Lauren, I haven't seen you in a while."

Then he reached out his hand to pull her hair away from her neck and said in a whisper,

"I missed you, didn't you?" I doubt your husband cared for you, dear Gerald."

When he approached to kiss her, she spit in his face and said something angrily. 2

"You bastard, you will regret it! You will regret it!"

The man wiped his face rigidly, then said mockingly:

"Strong as usual, Lauren, I love it. But I heard you slept with that sissy and gave birth to a slutty mongrel like his dad. He must look like him, but where is he? Is he hiding like his cowardly parents?"

"Don't touch a hair of it; I'll kill you, you bastard."

That man laughed sarcastically and slapped her hard, causing her to fall to the ground in pain, but there was no way until she pounced on him while her fangs were sticking out and her eyes were completely black.

He was faster than her and grabbed her neck, forcing her to turn around, and then stuck his white fangs into her neck and sucked her blood to the last drop, causing her lifeless body to fall to the ground while that man laughed and said,

"We'll see about that."

He wiped the blood from his mouth and disappeared with the other animals that were scattering the house.

After his disappearance, the old man and the little girl appeared.

She ran towards her mother and started crying.

"Mom, please wake up. Mom, why don't you answer me?"

"my mother"

She started screaming so hard that the glass of the entire house shattered into pieces, her eyes became shining black and blue, and the wind blew all over the house and between her long locks of hair.

The old man hugged her tightly to calm her as she screamed in pain.

I fell to my knees weakly, closed my eyes, put my hands to my ears hard to block her voice, and then started screaming.

"Make it stop, please!"

I felt my bloody instincts wake up and my lenses shift and come back again. The burning feeling inside me was killing all my senses, and my heart was beating at a crazy speed.

Then I felt the wind calm down, and I could no longer hear the screaming.

I slowly opened my eyes to find that I was in the same room, sitting in front of the same box. I looked again at the picture, but it was stained with blood, and the faces were not visible.

I panickedly threw it into the box, quickly closed it, and then threw it out the window.

Not realizing the rage inside me, I went down to the garden and burned it to ashes.

When I entered, I heard a voice coming from the living room.

I came home again, feeling hungry inside.

I felt suspicious and moved very slowly to take a look inside while my body waited and waited in defense of its position.

I stared at my place when I saw the person standing in front of me.

It was the old man!

I felt that my limbs were frozen in panic, and I could not open my mouth to scream, so I was screaming in terror.

He opened his mouth to break the gloomy silence between us, calling out a faint smile.

"Welcome back, little miss!"