The evening skyline carried a peculiar blood-red hue.
The abandoned Sasagami Elementary School stood in the remnants of the setting sun, the large iron gate in front locked and creaking with the bustling wind and dust.
The place no longer appeared as peaceful as it did during the day, and the atmosphere of a strange tale thickened considerably.
"Ah—Un—"
With a round of Breath of Aun, Tsurumi Aoi's steps did not falter as she effortlessly leaped over Sasagami Elementary School's gate, running towards the school building.
That painting, the one drawn by Sugiyama Shunmichi.
Perhaps there was something wrong with that painting.
Tsurumi had sharp eyes, a keen mind. As Kamiyagawa's disciple, she felt she should have spotted and confirmed the issue in the painting sooner instead of realizing it in hindsight as she did now.
Of course, maybe it's not too late now.
