From a distance, he saw a girl who had just gotten off the bus and was walking to the big building across the street. For a long time, he recognized her. Her posture, face, and hair reminded him of someone in the past.
"It cannot be contagious. This is impossible. She's long dead." His head shook. "That the girl couldn't have been her. Maybe it's just a coincidence."
Randa knew that she looked just like her from the side. True, in the human world, they say some resemble the inhabitants of Deuglasia, but as similar as that, question after question comes to Randa's mind.
"I have to be sure."
If the girl were correct, all hell would break loose, and that bad thing would happen again. Randa decided to delay his search for a little while; he wanted to ensure something. He's going to wait ti
