It rained heavily in New York, and the psychological clinic became the last isolated island.
New patient Elsa claims to always see strange shadows in the mirror, and the hands stretched out from the shadows almost strangle her neck.
I originally wanted to use my professional knowledge to appease him, until the system prompt popped up: [Shadowbound Spirit·Low-Level Evil Spirit].
Her shadow suddenly twisted and torn in front of my eyes, turning into a pool of squirming black liquid and rushing towards me.
The brass bell that I grabbed casually in the panic flew out of my hand, and it made a clear ring on its own.
Severe pain pierced his mind, and fragments of memories of the ninth-grade master from his previous life surged——
I subconsciously pinched the magic formula, and a golden light suddenly appeared!
The introduction is short and weak. Readers, please read the text directly.
