Why was this memory flooding in her mind at this current moment? Okurimono couldn't answer that, for she honestly didn't even know herself.
But she did know one thing:
she wasn't supposed to be here.
In an abandoned hospital, in a nightgown, bear foot, almost stepping on the glass shards on the ground.
Thump, thump, thump.
Okurimono's heart raced so fast and loudly it was difficult to hear anything else, which wasn't particularly helpful in this situation.
"Room 136, 136...136.."
She muttered, her pace quickening, looking at each door in the long dark hallway.
‘He muttered something about the killer and room 136, but what could it be?
And why wouldn't he tell me? Or anyone else?’
As Okurimono was pondering about it, she walked pasted door after door;
“ 164….117..118,119….120.”
Okurimono mutters out loud, her pace quickening as she got closer,
“…134…135…”
Okurimono’s eyes light up,
“ Aha! 136!”
She cheers quietly, not quite sure why she was being so quiet. Her hand touches the door nob, hesitating,before cracking the door open.
Blood, lifeless eyes, body in a chair-
Okurimono couldn’t process it.
Her mind spinning, her eyes wide,
But then she smells something-
Smoke.
Laughter.