"Who are you?"
Her voice was colder than the air, gentler than wind, but with a weight that pressed on the bones.
"Why did you come running to me?"
She stood still in the mist, Armor catching glints of dying sunlight. Her hair no longer shimmered with innocence. It hung like silk forged in ice.
"What could a human possibly want with me?"
Three questions, but not once did she turn.
Kentaro couldn't breathe.
Her voice it was Serica's, but hollow. Empty. Like someone else had borrowed her shape.
Her back to him, she began to walk again, soft steps, trailing frost across dead grass. The distance between them widened with every quiet footfall, and still… her eyes never once turned back.
Kentaro tried to shout her name. Nothing came out. His jaw wouldn't move.
His legs, frozen from the knees down, ice creeping up his ribs like the fingers of a grave.
"No. No, why can't I move?! MOVE, damn it!"
His body refused him.
