Ding——
Bronze bells sounded the prelude to the night, and the white mist shrouded under the starry sky, vaguely outlining the outline of 'them'.
Silver-white hair fluttered in the wind, and a charming smile spread over the corners of her mouth, but her eyes were as bright as the first moon, but there was no smile at all.
The end of summer has not yet arrived, and the night march of hundreds of ghosts has already begun