Yuuhi twisted around in midair and cried out when he saw the sharp spear of wood sticking out of the downed tree trunk. Just before it pierced his skin, Yuuhi’s eerie scream filled the yard only to be cut off with the sickening sound of wood ripping into flesh.
As he struggled to pull himself off the stake, his eyes bled crimson as his snow-white skin began to turn ashen gray. His mouth opened in a silent scream as an elusive wind rushed across his small body turning the ashen skin to powder that scattered in the air.
The echo of a child crying could be heard as Yuuhi vanished without a trace.
“Ashes to ashes… dust to dust,” Kotaro growled darkly.
He stood and looked up at movement that caught his eye from the third floor. He sighed in relief when he saw Suki, Shinbe and the boy, Tasuk
