Namita widened his eyes in surprise. He immediately materialized a mask and wore it, following Seiji a step behind.
Inside, Seiji had stopped in the hallway, seeing the familiar photos and interior.
Now, the guess in his heart was slowly being confirmed.
He slowly shifted his gaze to the stairways.
"Why… is it here? Why?!"
His face was utterly pale, as if he lost all his blood.
Then, upstairs, a loud sound echoed.
Thud!
"No…"
Seiji's lips trembled in fear, looking at the stairs.
It was as if that day was repeating again.
Perhaps out of fear or resentment, he found himself slowly walking upstairs.
Each step he took caused a creak, disrupting the pale and lifeless silence.
Namita looked at him from behind calmly.
After a minute, Seiji arrived on the upper floor.
There was only one room upstairs.
Seiji looked at it, and his lips turned dry.
"Why is this possible…?"
Mindlessly, he walked towards the door.
