"What's wrong, Thorn?" Reina asked worriedly. Since they left Mrs. Pot's residence, Ryther never made any sound, and it is unusual for Reina. Ryther remained silent as he looked outside the window. The snow and snowflakes fell softly and disappeared in just a second.
"Hey-"
"Can you remember everything I told you about my dreams?" Ryther cut Reina, he then looked directly to her eyes. "Can you?"
Reina slowly sat down without breaking their eye contact. "What dream? You have had a lot of dreams since we were young." She answered and faked a laugh, but Ryther remained expressionless so she stopped.
"All the blood of the women that I saw were all drained, making them as white as the sycamore bark." He started and Reina's face distorted. She put her bread and butter down, feeling disguste
