Bangchan
The forest was covered by a bluish mist. The trees seemed to watch in silence, their crooked branches pointing to the full moon that illuminated the scenery with a pale and cold light. He emerged from the shadows. All in black, the long coat flowed with the wind, and his face - stained with dry blood - reflected the pain of centuries. The eyes, once human, now shone with a deep red. The teeth, sharp as blades. He was exactly as on Railway's cover, but darker. More real. Bang Chan. In his hand, another - small, delicate, trembling with cold. The girl's skin was pale, her fingers almost lifeless. He held her hard and carefully, a strange contrast. There was something about her that prevented him from fully giving in to his instinct. She was lying to the floor, her outstretched hand as she begged for salvation. But he… he didn't save. He looked down. The reflection in the broken mirror
About Bangchan
The forest was covered by a bluish mist. The trees seemed to watch in silence, their crooked branches pointing to the full moon that illuminated the scenery with a pale and cold light. He emerged from the shadows. All in black, the long coat flowed with the wind, and his face - stained with dry blood - reflected the pain of centuries. The eyes, ...Read more