In the mural, behind us, nothing could be seen except that pair of eyes.
Those blood-red eyes were at roughly the same height as human eyes. But it was impossible to tell whether they belonged to a human, a corpse, or something else entirely. The eyes on the mural were painted with extraordinary vividness. The moment I locked gazes with them, I felt as though my very soul had been seen through, and goosebumps erupted uncontrollably all over my skin.
I instinctively glanced behind me, but in reality, that pair of blood-red eyes was nowhere to be seen. Yet the sensation of being watched lingered persistently.
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