Satoru knows everything

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On the phone: "Hello, this is Miss Mary. I'm behind you."

"Ahhh!"

The ponytailed Strange Tale girl, startled by this sudden sentence, dropped the receiver, instinctively hugged her head, and crouched down in defense.

But after a while, nothing happened.

Little Satoru tremblingly turned around.

Behind her, a doll with a black and red dress had appeared.

The doll was so exquisitely lifelike, it seemed as if it might be alive. Its glass eyes glittered beautifully, flickering with light from within.

There, the gothic doll quietly sat on the floor of Satoru's home, and suddenly began to inflate.

It grew larger, slimmer, and softer.

In a short while, it had metamorphosed into the likeness of a living girl.

The brownish-red long hair was piled atop her head, and a black translucent veil fluttered down lightly.

Through the veil, one could see the lively eyes, the long eyelashes, the high nose bridge, the small lips, the features so refined they almost seemed surreal.