Jimmy fled.

Perverse, weird, weird.

The girl's eyes reminded him inexplicably of his distant night.

When he saw the pale figure in the moonlight, slender arms slowly emerged from the shadows, and the sharp nails that defied common sense seemed to be ready to throw away the boy's belly and pick out his organs and put them in his mouth.

The feeling that Hora gave him had a unique resemblance to the monster, not a sense of danger, not a sense of horror, but a feeling that Jimmy couldn't explain.

Reason told him that the only right option was to escape.

He hadn't talked to his family about the first time he saw the lanky ghost.

He always felt, he always felt, he always felt......

He knows.

He knew that he had led the monster into his home, he knew that he had brought the monster to his father, he knew that he had killed Ogden Lester, the old man who loved him.

Jimmy actually knew it all along.

That night, he turned off the lights and closed the curtains.

But he kept standing by the window.

He's listening.

But all he heard was silence.

What he said to Hervin at the time was:

"I saw the monster and turned around and ran towards the house, I could feel it behind me all the time, but I don't know why it didn't catch me, and when I got inside, it was completely gone. ”

Jimmy tells Herwin that the monster has been following him, that the monster doesn't catch him, and that the monster disappears.

He didn't say that the monster left.

The reason is simple.

He felt it vaguely.

The monster did not leave.

The next time he met Herwin was at Nelly's college banquet.

His exact words at the time were:

"My father, Ogden, this time is a little strange, and I have confirmed it again and again, he remembers things that only me and he knows, and his habits and subconscious small movements have not changed, he is him, but it is very different from usual, and I suspect that the monster has done something bad to him.

"Maybe he hid the monster. ”

Jimmy would check to see if his father remembered something that only they knew, because he sensed that the monster must have done something to his father.

And he knows.

He's the guide of the monsters.

He took the monster to his father, and then he closed his mouth, closed his eyes, and ran away with his father.

He is a sinner.

He snarled at Hervin, blaming him for killing his own father.

Because he knows who the murderer is.

He was afraid that others would find out that he was the murderer of his father, so he instinctively threw the blame on the person he trusted most besides his family, because he knew that Herwin would not hurt him.

But if others knew that he had led the monster to his home, his self-blame and shame would be enough to kill him.

He was ashamed to admit this fact, so he lied to himself as well.

He told himself that it was Herwin who did not save his father, that he did not put the monster in the house himself, and that those few strange noises did not mean that the monster had killed his father, but that it was just his auditory hallucination.

He lied to himself.

The boy "saves" himself with false blame, freeing himself from the cage forged by guilt.

Once again, he fled.

When there was a knock on the door, and he heard his father's voice, he had forgotten that Ogden had probably fallen into the clutches of the monster, and he was like grasping at a life-saving straw, as if he could go back to the old days if he let the monster in, and forget the night he brought the monster in,

It wasn't until his mother cut off the monster's head with an axe that he briefly regained his senses.

At that time, he clearly realized that all this was not Hewen's fault at all, but that the evil shapeshifter had killed his father.

So instead of yelling at Herwin to hide his guilt, Jimmy asks him if he can learn how to hunt shapeshifters.

But when he left his hometown and came to Wharton, the lanky white figure often came into his dream version to visit his life.

Guilt chased him from Dawn to Wharton, and returned to his life through dreams, staring at Jimmy like an elusive monster.

Once again, he fell into the abyss.

Yes, he also knew that he had declared that he was only going to hunt the shapeshifters to cover up his cowardice, just to vent his desperate anger.

I'm just a clown angry at the air.

But so what, what else could he do? to change everything that had happened, to go to the underworld to accompany his father?

He began to dodge, to avoid Nelly's greetings, to avoid his mother's eyes, to avoid his grandfather's smile, and to walk alone.

Because every time he sees his family, Jimmy wonders what they would have done if they had found out that they had killed their father.

Jimmy didn't dare to think deeply, otherwise there might be three more familiar faces in his nightmare, especially the one that had already passed, and he would have yelled at Jimmy, who was trembling:

"Why did you bring it?"

Everything doesn't matter anymore, it doesn't matter like his life, just go ahead like this, even if the one named Bane doesn't mean everything, but just listen to him.

Anyway, everything doesn't matter anymore.

It doesn't matter if you're like the walking dead, it doesn't matter if you hurt someone, it doesn't matter if you make it a joke.

But repeating the mistakes of the past, he has so-called.

Jimmy clenched his fists.

Gone, just gone.

He watched the man walk into the alley, but when he followed, the man disappeared, as did the accomplice who was supposed to be inside.

Only beautiful maidens remain.

It was like that silent night, a night when there was not even the sound of carrying goods.

That's how the monster disappeared, and disappeared with his life.

This was the beginning of Jimmy's harsh reality.

He turned around and looked down the alley he had just walked out of.

At this moment, in his eyes, the fragile and beautiful girl had been deformed and distorted into the slender and miserable white figure at the beginning.

Jimmy used what little reason he had left to tell himself that it was the Wharton school girl standing inside, his victim, not some evil monster.

Fuck rational!

Jimmy allowed his chaotic emotions to overwhelm him.

He sprinted his teeth down the alley.

Syllable!

Jimmy tripped and fell to the ground.

"Oh, oh, oh, boy, don't run so fast. A pair of warm arms held him, and a lazy female voice sounded in his ears.

"Jimmy Lester, right? I know you've encountered the same thing, but don't worry, if you approach her now, you'll just startle her.

"Have you ever heard of witchers?"