The strong odour in the room makes her queasy. Where did she enter? It smells like someone had died in here. Could he have killed Ms Okuyama?
Pressing her ear against the door, she waits. Nothing happens in the next several minutes. She rests her head against the door and releases a breath.
Maybe he went away.
When she straightens her back, she flinches. A chunk of her shoulder is missing. She can't rest. It's not over yet. The murderer is right outside the door. Wakana slaps the wall, searching for the light switch. She stumbles across the cabinet, hitting her forehead. "Ugh!"
The temperature of the room falls down a few degrees, making her shiver in cold. She senses a presence standing right behind her. A bead of cold sweat rolls down her spine. A ghost? A demon? Is it Okuyama Mikio? She can't tell. Looking back is not even an option.
