Brazen laughter echoed endlessly through the empty shopping mall.
In a corner, Stella Sterling, who had been about to hide, froze.
'Did I just run into some bad guys?'
'And now that they've found me, they're going to "take care" of me?'
She was quite curious to see who would be taking care of whom!
With that thought, Stella didn't hide in her pocket dimension. Instead, she pulled a black mask from it and put it on her face.
Now, no one would be able to recognize her.
Stella Sterling walked toward them, making no attempt to conceal her tracks.
CLICK, CLACK.
The sound of footsteps echoed, eerily distinct in the pitch-black mall.
One of the men looked at the other. "Did you hear that?"
"No shit. The footsteps are obvious. You think I'm deaf?!"
"Where are they coming from? Don't tell me it's a ghost!"
"What ghost? If there were ghosts, all the people we've killed would have already come back to haunt us!"
