Mary was a smart girl. Her parents hadn't objected to taking her to the art gallery because they knew she would enjoy it. Learning came easy to her, and she desired to learn more.
Luckily, Kanji had been easy to learn. Ib had struggled with it, so along the way she'd read out loud to her whatever she couldn't. It had been fun at first, something to distract them from the nightmare around them.
Now it was probably going to save Ib's life.
Mary hitched up her skirt and began to run. Why had she ever let her new friend go off with Garry? He was practically a stranger, and her mother had always said to never go with strangers. Still, she'd allowed Ib to go off with him.
She ran as fast as her legs would carry her. Her suspicions about him being more than he appeared correct, but they still hadn't come anywhere near the truth. It may have seemed impossible anywhere else, but she'd forced herself to throw logic out the window. This was Guertena's world.