Another Time?
The mushroom-haired little girl pursed her lips.
"...Dad."
The mushroom-haired little girl's voice was a little hoarse.
After speaking, she hiccupped softly again.
The mushroom-haired little girl tapped her chest.
The man took the little girl's hand.
"Why are you hitting yourself so hard?"
"Come on."
"Take a deep breath."
The mushroom-haired little girl obediently took a deep breath.
"Breathe out."
The man gently patted the child's back again.
"Do you feel a little better?"
The mushroom-haired little girl didn't answer right away.
She quietly waited a moment, feeling it out.
Then her eyes brightened slightly. "I'm okay now."
"Good. That's good."
The man smiled.
"Then can you tell Dad what you saw?"
The mushroom-haired little girl's face instantly turned a little pale again.
She fidgeted with her fingers.
"Dad..."
"I saw it again..."
The mushroom-haired little girl's voice was faint and hurried.
Again?
The man froze.
She'd seen it before, yet she was still so frightened...
"What?"
The man waited for the child to explain.
The mushroom-haired little girl unconsciously spread her arms.
"Something huge..."
The mushroom-haired little girl stretched her arms as wide as she could.
"...a shadow."
A huge shadow?
Everyone froze.
What?
The man felt a stir in his heart.
Wait...
Those words...
Why did they sound so familiar?
"It looked over..."
Perhaps noticing her gaze, the shadow suddenly looked her way.
The hazy streetlight faintly outlined part of the shadow's shape.
But because of the difference in height and the distance...
Moisture blurred the mushroom-haired little girl's eyes.
She couldn't make out the other's face.
Just realizing it was looking at her frightened her.
It had noticed her...
"...It really was black!"
The mushroom-haired little girl looked as if she'd