I was suspended in the void, surrounded by darkness.
Following that gaze, I saw a pair of eyes filled with venomous resentment.
I didn't know this person... No, I should say I didn't know this ghost.
He looked about seventeen or eighteen, still a boy, covered in wounds and barely clothed. He stared straight at me, glaring at me with hatred.
His gaze felt tangible, sending chills down my spine.
This wasn't the malice of an evil spirit. It was pure hatred.
Beside the boy, another ghost emerged from the darkness.
It was a middle-aged woman with somewhat twisted limbs. From her mouth down to her chest, she was smeared with blood. Her eyes were sorrowful and desolate as she gazed at me pleadingly. Though she wasn't resentful, being pinned by that look still made me feel deeply uneasy.
Then something appeared behind me.
My body slowly turned around, beyond my control.
It was another ghost, a man in his twenties. There was a huge gash in his stomach, and his intestines spilled out. His eyes were icy as he silently stared at me, too. That piercing gaze sent a jolt through my heart.
One after another, more figures emerged from the darkness.
They surrounded me, watching me in silence.
I knew I was in a dream, possessing someone else, but this wordless pressure left me even more at a loss than the intense fear I had felt from Wu Mingle.
I felt as though I had become a criminal, standing trial in a silent court.
The ghosts didn't speak, but their eyes were already accusing me, condemning me for the crimes I had committed against them.
I wanted to escape.
As long as I separated from the person I was possessing, I could become an observer and leave this