Klyx eyed the stairs going up the attic. At first he heared a faint sobs and then his feet lead him within an alley. His ears continued to get magnified by the sorrowful hymn. His vision caught a berry like long locks. A woman in her half moon glasses. Her eyes were moisten yet her beauty caught him off guarded without realising that he stepped in to a different dimension. Klyx then saw himself descend out of the place and had himself dropped out without any charm. When her face was within his parameter Klyx got caught in her bitter and teary pupils. He can tell that she is writhing in pain. Klyx tried to reach out with his palm but the woman yanked his wrist, She twisted it to the point he cannot held his yelp as a man.