Neither the blind old woman nor Kamiyagawa wanted her to be trapped in the dream and unable to escape.
...
Mao Time novelist's apartment.
The novelist was sitting at her desk, flipping through a hospital bill with a blank expression.
The half-open window of the room let in the cold wind, which turned the pages of the notebook on the table, revealing page after page filled with stories of the Dream Man.
Then, without any warning,
The Hundred Demon Lamp, originally placed at the corner of the desk, suddenly lit up.
The bluish-green light of the lamp sloshed and spilled indiscriminately, casting the entire study in a ghastly green hue.
Whir ----
The notebook continued to be rustled by the wind.
Pages began to fall out, swirling and spiraling around the Hundred Demon Lamp.
This sudden turn of events startled the novelist.
She hurriedly looked toward the Hundred Demon Lamp.
