[center][h2]Esther von Degraff[/h2][/center]
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Esther trudged along amidst the cold winds. Even when she was walking in the middle of line, with Leblanc in front of her and Gradon behind her, she still could feel the chill going inside her body. Her long-sleeved dress somewhat helped in lessening the effect, but it still wasn't enough. She wondered how Leblanc could look so comfortable when she wore such little clothing.

Suddenly, her ears picked up something other than the sound of the wind. It was hazy at first but it grew clearer and clearer the further Esther walked forward. It was the sound of a... sniffing child? But that didn't make sense! How could there be a child in the middle of nowhere like this?

“M-Miss? What are you doing in the cold this late?” it asked, sounding much like a sniffling child. “It’s so c-cold out here…please help me…”

At first, Esther dismissed it as just her imagination. But the sound kept coming back, louder and louder each time. She looked nervously at Leblanc and Gradon, but none of them gave any signs that they heard anything.

And then, it dawned on her. There were tales of disembodied voices echoing in the mountains amidst the cold winds. Voices of spirits that wandered across the earth, doomed to never finding their way to the afterlife.

A ghost had been whispering to her.

Esther's face immediately turned as pale as a sheet. She was never good with ghosts. She remember how her playful tutor would often tell her stories about them, and every time she would cry due to just how scary they were.

"G-g-g-g-ghosts! T-there are ghosts here!" Esther shouted before jumping towards the nearest person she could find, which just happened to be Gradon. She clung to his arm, unknowingly pressing her amply-sized bosom into it.

[@TheWindel]