There came another round of hysterical laughter that could send anyone shiver in their spines. Clutching the sweaty head in her warm embrace like the last bit of her life, Esme's gaze wandered around desperately searching for the person that had been laughed over her pitiful state.
Suddenly she felt freezing cold in her embrace as she looked down hesitantly. But the following moment, she screamed out of her wits throwing away the figure that she had been holding so far.
Smashing against the raw leaves, she crippled backwards hastily as her expression turned grim and worried. The body that she had assumed as Aaron was only a mere skeleton with no facial expression. His face was scratched drastically that anyone would be afraid of taking a glimpse of it.
Much to her surprise, she figured out that the skeleton imposed more like Aaron from back. Frowning hard in concern, she shouted from the top of her lungs,
