A hand suddenly grabbed her collar from behind, the little girl's face turned deathly pale, a red mark was strangled around her neck, her eyes bloodshot and terrified, "No... no..."
Her resistance was clearly weak and laughable, as she was dragged forcefully into the room.
On the ground, sinister marks of struggle were left behind.
The wind outside the window was chilly.
Looking in through the floor-to-ceiling window.
A woman's dark silhouette pressed the frail body against the window, holding her neck in a vice grip. Her eerily red lips licked, "I don't like things that don't obey."
The words were ethereal and eerie.
As the sound faded, she raised her hand, the outline of a syringe vaguely visible on the window ledge, the silver needle glistened as it unhesitatingly plunged into the little girl's arm, injecting the solution.
"Ah—!" The girl's scream pierced the night sky.
Inside the room, the atmosphere was ominous, the night deep and intense.
