Watanabe Habit
The hiding place was a cold closet at the back of the subway station, the only place capable of losing the Trackers. Hayane and Haito were shoulder to shoulder, uncomfortable and strangely aligned. A metallic scratch on the door announced that a Tracker had found them. Hayane closed her eyes and channeled lunar calm, absorbing Haito's panic. He felt his mind clear. With perfect timing, Haito heated the handle until it glowed, burning the creature as it tried to enter. Hayane froze the inside of the door, sealing it with hardened steel.
About Watanabe Habit
The hiding place was a cold closet at the back of the subway station, the only place capable of losing the Trackers. Hayane and Haito were shoulder to shoulder, uncomfortable and strangely aligned. A metallic scratch on the door announced that a Tracker had found them. Hayane closed her eyes and channeled lunar calm, absorbing Haito's panic. He ...Read more