The thought of death patiently waiting to knock on her door stirred a churning unease in the pit of Mallory's stomach. Her life felt like a can of troubles, each one tumbling out in relentless succession, as if all sought to find their resolution only in the icy grasp of death—a fate for which she was unprepared. A nervous laugh escaped her lips, which was shaky.
"I guess no one is going to be haunted by me then," Mallory said, attempting to mask the fear she felt.
"And to think I had already made plans for the future," Hadeon murmured with a look of disappointment. "It looks like there's no other way but to find the ghoul and end it."