256 The Bridle of the Hanged

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Crackle, crackle—

Eri Yoneyama's safety rope around her waist loosly came undone as if it had a life of its own, slowly forming into a loop and rising along the branches of the large tree until it reached in front of Yoneyama's face.

The cold wind blew through the forest.

Above, where branches obscured the sky, ropes both new and old tangled together like poisonous snakes writhing and covering the treetops.

They dragged decaying hanged corpses, the bodies swaying incessantly as pulled by the ropes.

Malignant whispers of incitement could be heard intermixed with the wind through the trees—

"Why haven't you hung yourself yet?"

"Why haven't you hung yourself yet?"

"It's your turn!"

"It's your turn!"

"..."

Eri Yoneyama tilted her head back slightly, her eyes hollow and tearful as she stared fixedly at the red rope loop in front of her.

It seemed as though she could see something through the loop.