"Is that you Eonjin?" he cried out to the shadow which surpassed his room door. But no reply approached his eardrums. "Eonjin? Isn't that...Where are you?" His confused brain tried to match the puzzles and he threw a perplexed look while gaping out in the hallway. "I'm pretty sure someone was there, in dark long hair just like her. Was it really her?" Light belongs to the living however, there are proprietors of darkness too...