No stamp. No return address. Just his name, written in elegant, flowing ink: Kaito Mori.
The shadows in the hallway stepped forward. Pure Harem - Paranormalia -Prologue- By Cyansun
Silence. Then, a sound like a wet leaf being dragged across stone. From the darkness of the hallway, a shape emerged. It was a girl. Pale, with eyes the color of old honey, wearing a tattered school uniform that looked a hundred years out of date. Her feet didn't quite touch the floor. No stamp
It had worked for seventeen years.
She drifted closer, close enough that he could see the faint stitching that ran along her jawline, as if her face had been carefully, lovingly sewn on. written in elegant