The fog was thick, moisture soaked the skin, and Minamoto Tamako felt sticky, her throat seemed glued shut when she breathed.
She turned on her flashlight, the beam piercing the dense fog, an echo of footsteps came from downstairs, the lobby was noisy just then, but now it was as cold and silent as a ghostly realm.
"Miss Ono!"
Minamoto Tamako called out, bracing her flashlight under the gun handle, sweeping the lobby back and forth. Ono Ken hadn't had tea in the morning, so theoretically nothing should have happened to her, yet now she wasn't responding, increasing Tamako's unease.
She reached out and pressed the chandelier switch twice, but there was no response, the lobby remained pitch-black. Helpless, she had to steel herself to approach the sofa in the center of the living room.
Oogami Nui's corpse had somehow turned over; it lay face down on the sofa, covered tightly by a blanket, something seemed to be wriggling underneath.
