The golden light disappeared beyond the mountains, and blue darkness spread over the bridge.

As people hurried home, a small white shadow faintly appeared at the foot of the bridge. 

Only two people noticed it. 

A sharp-eyed man who was out of breath, and an old man who was pale but had strong eyes. 

How long had it been since someone had made eye contact? 

The ghost knew about what they were looking for. 

Feeling a little happy, the ghost pointed to the other side of the bridge.

Into the evening darkness where unpleasant bell sounds echoed, the two men ran without hesitation.

── From "Twilight Circus"