Beichuan Si watched as Tsukishima Risa and her friends entered the long house's courtyard.
Once they were completely out of sight, he glanced thoughtfully at the empty path beside him.
Here, the little girl's figure was no longer visible.
The wind began to pick up.
The long house, already full of draughts, tore at its tattered throat, emitting a sharp, sobbing sound–
In such a wind, the ringing of Beichuan Si's cellphone cut through.
He perked up a bit when he saw the name on the screen.
"Hello? Liangzi? About the thing you were asked to do yesterday..."
...
Entering the long house felt completely different from before they had gone in.
An involuntary coldness gradually enveloped their bodies.
Combined with the gloomy environment and the sudden silence as they reached the second floor, their bodies couldn't help but tremble slightly.
The bespectacled man A, whose real name was Yokomaku Mitomo, couldn't resist looking around.
