Today was somewhat strange.
Ookubo Hayato looked up.
The apartment building was still the same building, but it felt oddly different.
It was like staring at a familiar kanji for too long, until it becomes unrecognizable.
"Do I live in this apartment building?"
He muttered softly to himself.
Why did the apartment building in front of him increasingly resemble the one where that girl and Yasui Kaoru had died?
"It can't be, it can't be, I moved away from there a long time ago."
Ookubo Hayato shook his head, whispering to himself in ragged breaths.
Muttering to himself, a particularly anxious mood arose from within.
Damn it...
Wasn't it all because of that damned Ruyue Nao that he was in such a wretched state?
Every day he still lived in fear, as if dreading a vengeful spirit would leap from some dark corner to drag him into the shadows.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
There seemed to be a clear sound echoing in the night.
