Who is the prey?

"This fog.'

On the west side of the cemetery, the silhouette touches his dry lips as he scans the surrounding environment in nervousness, feeling that someone was staring at him behind the fog...

Swish!

Summoning a gush of wind, the man tried to clear the thick fog in the surrounding area, but only for it to be quickly filled and shrouded the place in the next second...

"This place isn't simple."

The man thought as he warily walked above the niches, often scanning around to avoid being ambushed if there were beings here.

Click, click...

As he was advancing toward the unknown distance, an irritating clicking sound akin to a clock ticking resounded behind his back...

Causing the figure to stop immediately.

"This, who's that!" The man instantly looks at his back as he instinctively summons a sharp wind that instantly shoots toward the origin of the sound.