Everyone Dreams
Old Yu Street trembled amid ghostly cries, while the Eighteenth Floor shuddered in the shadows.
Clyde's left hand gripped the cross tightly. After blood from his pierced palm soaked it, the god upon the cross revealed a bloodthirsty, vicious glint.
His golden hair danced in the wind, and before his azure eyes closed, an eerie flash of red shone within them.
At that moment, an obscure, abstract pattern was summoned in some bizarre and unimaginable manner, making his entire presence terrifying beyond the ability to look directly at.
It was as though Clyde had become that thing's host, though it could also be understood as Clyde gaining control over that eerie red color.
As Red Light branded itself into his eyes, even after he rapidly shut them, ripples of red emerged around his body. Even the ends of his golden hair were tinged with a Red Border.
Following the distance he had calculated in advance, Clyde rushed to the door of Room 1816 with his eyes closed and his bloodstained cross in hand, only to hear a faint crack of breaking bone.
Clyde abruptly froze, as if caught in some bizarre stillness. Though he could not move, his left arm, which held the cross, had already twisted at an exaggerated angle.
Agonizing pain surged over him like a tide as a dreadful, enormous shadow descended from above and completely engulfed him.
"Creak!"
Another crack of bone sounded. Clyde uncontrollably opened his eyes and turned to look upward.
A Red Border had appeared around his blue pupils, allowing him, in that instant, to see the vicious ghost that could utterly erase him.
A vicious ghost with a head as enormous as its lower body and an extremely thin, elongated waist swayed the seven arms inserted into its seven facial