After the sister's voice suddenly rang out.
The refrigerator door in the living room swung open unexpectedly.
The "sister," with one bare leg, wrapped in chill and ice shards, emerged from within.
But the others did not seem surprised by her appearance.
Because at the same moment the "sister" appeared, everyone else became like frozen puppets—immediately still and silent.
Their faces grew blurred and indistinct, like that of the "Faceless Man." Including the yellow-haired one who was hung, no trace of Annan's unique characteristics could be seen on them anymore.
The surroundings became tranquil in an instant, with only the light of the setting sun spilling into the room from outside.
Annan, sitting in a wheelchair, bathed in the sunlight's glow, his expression calm to the point of serenity... while the sister stood opposite by his side, emitting a faint white chill—she was in the darkest corner of the entire room.
The two gazed intently at each other.
