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, abruptly awakened by the cold. He slowly opened his eyes to a blinding whiteness; the snow had lessened since yesterday.

It floated down.

Suddenly, an icy hand covered his cheek. The woman was dressed in a long white pearl chiffon dress, her raven hair cascading down her back, blending with the silvery world around her.

She looked as stunning as a sacred goddess emerging from the ice and snow, captivating anyone who beheld her.

‘Mom… Mommy, did you…’

gaze, shimmering and mysterious, made him feel a chill down his

‘W-What?’

Kelvin couldn’t help but shiver, but he

wrist, creating a striking contrast. Then, she smeared her own blood bit by bit onto the little boy’s delicate face, his naked body, and his back. The air seemed to be filled with the nauseating smell of blood, and this was the first time Kelvin had ever cried in his memory. He struggled to get off

round object rolling down onto the snowy ground – a skull dyed deep blue, its teeth stained

do this, I’m so

‘Mommy!’

irritated by his lack of cooperation, the woman raised her hand

icy tone, ‘You don’t even want me to become the greatest artist in the whole world, do you?’

sinister, and she produced two organ-like pieces that resembled intestines from somewhere… She used them

snowy-white tablecloth like a sacrificial lamb, the woman arranged black calla lilies around

herself, she chanted, ‘Hell! When the hell suddenly changes, and the

zombies feast on hearts, and I’ve

sudden realization, she laughed manically and ran

who appeared to be around thirty, with a pale complexion. Her two empty eyes stared fixedly ahead, tears of terror streaming down her face. She

the table and picked up

Help! Help! I don’t want

scary, I hate you! Gracie, you’re

Grandpa… Save me,

first year of elementary school. Faced with the dead, it

in the mansion seemed as if

woman, in particular,

and touched Kelvin’s little face, finding him too noisy. She grabbed some fresh organs from the plate and shoved them

‘drip-dropped’ onto the snow beneath his

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