The three-story wooden farmhouse stood picturesquely among the rare scene of lush fields and trees against the backdrop of a stormy evening sky. There was nothing outwardly ominous about the scene, yet something about the building filled Miaka with a sick sense of dread.
“What’s the holdup?” Kai asked. “We’re nearly there.”
Miaka tried to come up with an explanation but found it difficult to convey why this beautiful place—of which she had no prior recollection—was causing her blood to run cold.
“Can we check it out? I feel like something is… wrong,” Miaka asked.
Kai shrugged. He didn’t appear interested, not even taking the time to glance in the direction of the farmhouse.
“Whatever… Just take the other girls along. You lot are only slowing me down,” Kai ordered.
Miaka saw both Me
