Chapter 69
Floating in utter nothingness, Kakarai drifted in complete shock. The void pressed against him from every direction—no up, no down, no sound except the faint echo of his own ragged breathing. Then, from the emptiness, a single palm stretched out—long, pale fingers curling like they belonged to something not quite alive. It seized him and pulled him through an invisible portal with effortless force.
Kakarai tumbled out the other side, landing on cold, featureless ground. He raised his head slowly. Before him stood an almost plastic feminine figurine. Her aura was oppressive, heavy like wet rot in the lungs, yet her face was chillingly beautiful—perfectly symmetrical, unnaturally smooth, eyes like polished glass reflecting nothing. A faint smile lingered on her lips, too wide, too still.
"Follow me," her voice came out dual-layered and slow, as if two people spoke at once—one soft, one hollow.
