The heartbeat of the Ferra thunders, the handle of the door increasingly wild in motion. It cannot move from where it stands, as if some glue was firmly attached to its foot. The girl's face grew pale, and the door opened. Ferra could see thick, dark hair on the creature's back, his long black fingernails.
Ferra accepted that if she became a target for monsters, she couldn't do anything about it. No human being could defeat such a creature, the door that little opened and closed again. The gaze-like monster fled from there, the sound of his footsteps falling away. Still, Ferra was surprised to see the creature, reminding her of something she had forgotten for a long time when this scene was not her first; A long, long time ago, she saw a similar creature.
Ten minutes later, it took its f
