Suddenly a person’s shadow covers you. You can hear that right behind her, a woman sighs with surprise and satisfaction. You turn back quickly.

        The shadow of her broken and dirty gray hood covers the woman’s face, but it is recognizable that she has messy short white hair and is as thin as a weed. She is staring at you in the moonlight with obsession. But to be more specific, she is staring at your’s long silky black hair and shining azure blue gown.