Creaaak——
The lanterns in front of the shrine swayed back and forth.
The dim yellow light was hazy, gently dispersing in the air, illuminating the particles of dense mist, each clearly visible.
But the light was still faint, and areas untouched by it remained in a murky haze.
Suddenly, a chilling wind blew through the courtyard.
The dead branches of the giant trees shook violently, and the hair and kimono hems of the broken human-like dolls on the ground lifted into the air, forming a thick, dark mass in the shadows like a silent grave.
"Hehe~"
Onizuka suddenly heard children's laughter mixed with the sound of the wind.
The silhouettes of some of the human figures standing around the shrine suddenly became strange, yet more vivid.
They were the child-like dolls.
Their mottled faces had eyes rolling around, and their bodies twisted with them.
