jangan pandang belakang

This is what we saw from the cafeteria. She was gliding up and down outside North Lobby. You can't see her long black hair here so it might not be as impactful, but with her back facing us it was really something else. Fong was imagining what would have happened if she were to cross the street. With the wind blowing against her flowy white shawl. And her dark ebony hair. In broad daylight. Ok I'll stop now.