Chapter 363: Between the Cold of the Dead and Snowflakes

The woman seemed to sense the scrutinizing gaze at the door, and she raised her knife, suddenly turning her head to look. Her breathtakingly fair face was splattered with crimson droplets, and she grinned, revealing teeth whiter than snowflakes. Her voice was delicate and lingering, much like the melody of 'The Thirteenth Eye' she had played that morning. 'Kelvin, you're back. Come, take a look at my new creation.' With that, her blood-stained hands lifted her skirt on one side, while the other held a blood-stained blade, and she walked towards him, her slender feet stepping on the ground covered in spilled paint and gruesome bloodstains. The little boy was drenched in cold sweat, and his small hand instinctively gripped the door frame as he attempted to flee, but his feet felt as heavy as mercury. Was she going to kill him, just like she had killed that person? In his haste to turn around, he accidentally bumped into the wall and blacked out. Kelvin woke up once again, abruptl