Ayumi Itakura was completely petrified by fear at this point.
What on earth was this thing?
She was going to die, wasn't she? Definitely going to die.
Crack, crack—
The sound of bones colliding and the scratching of cardboard continued.
From the package that had been torn open from the inside, a woman's head emerged.
She twisted her body stiffly and crawled out like Sadako, groaning in pain all the while.
Ayumi Itakura saw that she was wearing a tattered ballet skirt, her arms and thighs exposed, smeared with blood.
This woman was definitely not a "person"!
Although still feverish and ill, the sheer horror of the scene in front of him seemed to greatly ignite Ayumi's will to survive.
His thoughts at this moment were surprisingly clear.
He needed to run!
Ayumi lived on the second floor.
If he ran to the bedroom and jumped out the window, the street was just below.
Even if he broke his legs, it would be better than sharing a room with that thing in the box!
