What was it?
Child's Mom hoped she could find some clues to answer all the questions filling her mind.
So Child's Mom chose to "watch from the sidelines."
Even though her brows were furrowed so deeply they could nearly crush a mosquito.
Her lips, and even her whole face, were twitching slightly.
Still, she managed to control herself.
And the worry, unease... and...
fear threatening to overwhelm her.
No.
Although Child's Mom had chosen to "watch from the sidelines," she still did one thing.
She held her umbrella over the mushroom-headed little girl.
The mushroom-headed little girl was already soaked through, but she couldn't just throw in the towel and keep standing in the rain.
She really would... catch a cold...
What this child should be doing right now was going home with her at once...
And taking a hot shower.
And changing out of her wet clothes.
Not...
Standing there... acting so strangely, like she was muttering to herself, with no idea what she was doing...
A thought suddenly flashed through Child's Mom's mind.
That's right.
Her child really was acting a little... strange...
Or rather...
As if she were possessed...
Child's Mom's heart gave a hard thump.
Her fingers tightened around the umbrella handle, the bones standing out.
Deathly pale.
The mushroom-headed little girl hadn't noticed her mother's expression or the gaze fixed on her.
All her attention was behind her.
On the shadow whose departure she couldn't be sure of...
The mushroom-headed little girl turned halfway around.
She strained to look behind her.
No.
She couldn't see anything.
The fine drizzle, heavy moisture in the air, and dim light all blurred the mushroom-headed little girl's vision.
The mushroom-headed little girl pressed her lips together tightly.
Her nails dug into her palms.
She