C382 Five toxic pools

I should have had a good chance of getting away, when my auntie was dealing with the man in the white fog, but I was so stunned I didn't know what to do, thinking I was watching someone else fight in the street.

When my grandma died, I realized I had to run away, but it was too late.

The man in the white mist finished copying it. When I wanted to escape again, I had already lost the initiative