In a dazed moment, Roger saw the woman's eyes.
Not a pair.
But densely packed, as if they were scrambling out from beneath the woman's pale skin.
He saw the eyes of women, old men, and children.
Aged, ill, deranged, innocent, and also those filled with resentment.
There were all sorts.
In that instant, it seemed as if countless wounds had been split open on the woman's body, and from those wounds, eyes of various shapes squeezed out.
At this moment, Roger finally understood why the woman's eyes always gave him a sense of déjà vu.
He wasn't sure whether these eyes grew from the flesh of the woman after she had devoured others, or if they had simply sprouted from within her.
He felt his scalp tingle, not just from the visual impact and discomfort but because when all the eyes on the woman's body looked at him, there indeed was a strange power that affected his body, causing numbness and a confusion of impulses.
"Be careful!"
A shout of alarm came from behind him.