The wooden floor of the attic creaked, and that dark, oppressive, and stale feeling swept over once more.
Minamoto Tamako returned to the attic, feeling uneasy all over, as the malice that clung like a shadow gave her goosebumps.
She stood in front of the mirror, looking around, feeling a bit lost for a moment, "What should I do next?"
The sunny boy planned to leave right after seeing people off; he didn't like staying in this ghostly place for long. After all, he was the happiest child in the world. How could he let himself get involved with these dark matters? It was truly unfriendly to children—if it were on TV, parents would unite to get it banned for sure!
"Ask him." The sunny boy pointed his thumb toward the gloomy boy, "He knows the situation better than I do."
Seeing him about to slip away, Minamoto Tamako quickly grabbed the sunny boy's arm, expressing that without a translator, she couldn't move an inch here; the sunny boy had to act as her interpreter.
