Countless pairs of eyes, both big and small, silently stared at him from beyond the shadowy veil.
Abel's heart skipped a beat and his knees buckled. He fell to the ground, subconsciously retreating away from the wall in absolute fear.
His breathing grew ragged, and his heartbeat sped up. He quickly covered his mouth, afraid that he would let slip a cry and draw even more attention to himself.
He couldn't help but gulp loudly, thinking to himself in shock and horror, Just what the hell are those things?!
Those eyes… There are so many of them!
Whom do they belong to?! No… do they even belong to someone in the first place?
Just what are they? They… They're alive!
White sclera. Gray Iris. Black pupil. All eyes shared the same characteristics.
Some eyes were as big as Abel's, while others were bigger than the whole townhouse that he currently had a flat in.
However, there was one thing that he was able to notice despite the immense fear and panic overwhelming him.
