All the blood in Isabelle's body seemed to freeze.
She stood rigidly in place, not daring to move at all.
The thing behind her made no sound of breathing.
But she could hear the sound of its bones rubbing together as it moved closer little by little.
Isabelle's scalp tingled.
A baby-like voice kept repeating behind her, "Give it back... Give it back... Give it back..."
Isabelle did not dare look back at all. She could only force herself to ask, "What do you want?"
That thing did not answer.
It only repeated the same words again and again.
"Give it back... Give it back... Give it back!"
Its voice grew more and more urgent.
The hand resting on Isabelle's shoulder also pressed down with increasing force.
The next second, sharp claws suddenly extended from those hands, about to pie
