Tiny flicker of lights crawled into Kai's vision as his eyes slowly opens, and as they finally opened, he froze, not by the look on their faces or the rate at which their bodies trembled, but by the different vibrations echoing in his ear and skin, as if the room itself had learned how to suffer.
He felt every intake of breath, every movement of saliva snaking through their throats, and the rate at which their hearts heaved as if he was now with all four people standing in the room, shocked. At first, Kai thought he had counted five people, but as he blinked twice, he realized the fifth wasn't breathing nor was she closing her opened mouth like the others were.
No one talked; no one blinked when Kai's eyes opened and scanned the still lady. They all followed his eyes' direction as if they were at the forecourt of an angel of death, and if they detached their eyes from him, their days would be cut short.
