"Hah, hah, hah..."
Song Rentou scrambled to his feet as he panted, rushed toward the nearest Streetlamp Pole, and kept scanning his surroundings, muttering under his breath.
"The School Gate... the School Gate..."
"The bus..."
"Escape..."
"Where..."
He looked around in panic, only for the sound of pursuit to rise behind him again.
"Rustle, rustle..."
"Rustle, rustle..."
Someone pushed aside the bushes at the edge of the Wooded Belt nearby, and a figure emerged.
Backlit, the figure was pitch-black in silhouette, with only a pair of eyes gleaming a faint, icy gold.
The man held a Sharpened Stake. His face was stern, his gold-shimmering eyes cold and numb, and a cruel, bloodthirsty smile touched his lips.
At the sight of him, Song Rentou's face filled with fear.
The next instant, the man leaped at Song Rentou from the edge of the Wooded Belt. Song Rentou wanted to flee, but even wings could not have saved him.
In the end, the man drove the Sharpened Stake viciously through his heart, pinning him to the Streetlamp Pole.
"Wh-why... why..." Song Rentou struggled to speak and thrashed, but it was no use.
Gradually, he stopped struggling. Then, under the Sun, he slowly baked into a sculpture before finally dissolving into fine particles of white powder.
Only a Sharpened Stake remained on the Streetlamp Pole.
The man pulled out the stake, looked at the utterly dead Song Rentou, and slowly turned around.
In the sunlight, his face was finally revealed.
Song Rentou.
He... was also Song Rentou.
"That should be the last one..." he muttered, putting the stake into the bag he carried.
Just then, he seemed to sense something and looked into the Wooded Belt.
Another person stood right at its edge.
"Do you enjoy following people that much?" Song Rentou asked flatly.