@vermillionfox's art seen above. As an added challenge writers can add in a "secret message" for readers to uncover. And because I'm a fan of Detective Conan, I wouldn't miss the chance to hide a mystery message inside my story. Haha.Ignore her. All instincts demand her to flee but she betrays them and stays. This is a lesson she paid dearly to learn once. She fakes nonchalance, fiddles with her hair, never looking back. She focuses her view to the left but never daring to turn around. A single misstep or two is all it takes for her to lose again in this twisted game she never won. Never ending. It starts without rhyme or reason; like a wind scorning a silent tree, coming to strip away its greens - its life. And as intense and as wicked as the wind, she makes her presence known. Be still. A withering coldness veils the top of her head then caresses down her short hair. Breathe. Just breathe.... The moment slim iced-blue fingers touched her nape, all dread came bursting forth. Run!
