A tanned hand reached out and slid open the airy, Japanese-style sliding door.
A cool breeze brushed against her cheek, carrying the faint scent of a place long untouched by visitors.
Tiny dust particles became visible in the sunlight streaming in from outside.
Ayatsuki Ayaka waved her hand to disperse them and glanced around the entryway.
Perhaps due to the ample light, the interior didn't seem ominous or terrifying.
A shoe cabinet stood in the entryway, with a pair of clearly feminine shoes placed there.
"Is this place really uninhabited?" Ayatsuki Ayaka muttered, worried someone might have deliberately staged the scene. It could also be a malicious prank: falsely claiming someone's residence was abandoned, then letting unsuspecting people enter and disturb the sleeping owner. Wouldn't that make us accomplices?
