The eerie mist bares a ghostly child...

Umeko started to choke on her own rage. Once he said 7 hours, the rage instantly turned into disappointment and disbelief. It was noticable all over her face. Naoto sighed under the same feelings. "This...is...a load of bull..." Umeko then continued to curse under breath. Naoto gave a small nervous laugh in light of her

Umeko clenched her fist, longing to hurl this kid into a world of pain. "Now it's a mere 15 minutes..." She said, holding back the urge. This kid was perposely rubbing her the wrong way.

Naoto sighed and rubbed his head, all this was starting to tire him. "Let's just get this done..."