Shenzaki City.
The night was dark and the wind was high.
Night of killing ghosts.
"He's gone to another world!"
When Mutou Yi Lin uttered those words,
Oda Mai only heard a buzzing sound in her mind, as if a string had snapped.
At that moment, only one voice remained in her mind.
A voice of her own.
Yet it didn't seem like her voice.
That voice kept repeating different things in her mind.
But ultimately, it meant the same thing—
"Kill?"
"Kill."
"Kill."
"Hurry and kill."
"Are you saving him for the New Year?"
"Kill then."
"Kill!"
So noisy.
In front of Oda Mai, there was only pure blood red, but that blood red was soon covered by a deeper black. That moment, Oda Mai felt as though she was floating, with nothing around her, as if soaking in the icy viscous lake water, trembling uncontrollably.
"So noisy."