Close!
A gust of air rustled his bangs in that instant, but he remained unmoved as the awkward silence after the bang kicked in.
He remembered his encounter with the kidnappers and his encounter with her.
I wasn't able to get a good look at her face back then, and her voice was rather weak, Ferris thought. For him, this was just a first time.
But to her, this would feel like a second time.
She looks lively, alright... unlike Judas.
She's also a psychic, if I remember correctly.
I don't even know her name yet... he worried.
Ferris closed his eyes and mentally prepared himself as he knocked softly on the gate thrice.
After a few seconds, the gates opened again, this time not fully and suddenly.
Half of her body poked out, and she grabbed the edge of the gate in a defensive stance as she stared at him with a pensive expression.
Despite her attitude, Ferris couldn't help but stare at her cyan hair that reached down to her waist.
