"Really, has anyone made it out alive?"
On the silent highway, devoid of traffic, Nagase couldn't help but mutter to himself as he gazed at the scene before him. Everything was the familiar scenery of before, but without the Ghost Slaves surging from all directions, the terrifying Dead Man's Head floating in the sky, and most despairingly, the Corpse Spot Elder.
The eerie phenomenon had vanished, and Nagase knew he must have left Kobe City—or rather, that dreadful place.
Because this was still Kobe City, just without any malevolent spirits wandering around.
However, at this moment, the woman named Mishima was still huddled in a corner, sobbing and talking to herself, seemingly having an emotional breakdown and unable to recover.