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Kamiyagawa stopped in his tracks, about to say something.

Then—

Buzz, buzz.

The frequency of the flickering light overhead increased, the abrupt noise becoming more piercing.

The on-and-off lighting cast the damp corridor in a dark red hue.

Kamiyagawa heard a young woman's voice, humming a tune with a strange melody:

"As if bones melted away, the pain immense.

As if chests were torn open, the sorrow profound.

Corruption is divine punishment, penitence unheard.

Still not enough—

Still not enough still not enough still not enough still not enough

Still unsatisfied..."

At the same time, from farther down the corridor, there came the "clip-clop clip-clop" of hard leather shoes on the moist carpet, and the "crack-crack" as if sharp objects were scraping against the wall.

It was as though something was approaching.

Kamiyagawa's pupils narrowed, his eyes deepening.

But he saw no trace of the ghost story that should be present.