Nam Joo cried out, in despair, witnessing the grim horror the wraiths unfolded before her eyes. It was as if she could see through lenses with poor focus, as if she saw through somebody else's bad dreams.
A sharp pain ran through her body like lightning, Nam Joo stepped back and shook the closed umbrella in front of her, as defense, not knowing if this ridiculous expedient would keep her safe.
The spectral creatures were bending and stretching and shape-shifting, two of them quickly reaching their arms with long, icy fingers made of darkness. The light touch seemed to be able to penetrate her soul if it was prolonged, but she shook herself and realized she was capable of pulling away, which she did immediately.
Though Nam Joo couldn't understand what they were, how they acted or what they wanted, she was sure of one thing: she should run and escape.
Now.