"Gurgle gurgle."
The woman in the water tilted her head back, blowing bubbles in the murky sewage.
Kamiyagawa made out her face.
From within a mass of slick, tangled black hair emerged a completely pallid human face.
Swollen, wrinkled, deformed.
It looked just like a water-soaked float.
One might even feel that with just a tug, they could peel off the swollen, wrinkled flesh from the woman's face.
Additionally, Kamiyagawa noticed that his chopper was currently embedded in the woman's shoulder, blood mingling with some fishy yellow mucus flowing into the sewage.
"Did my strike just now actually wound this thing?"
Kamiyagawa suppressed the strong sense of physical revulsion within him and tried to pull the Bloodstained Firewood Knife out to continue the fight.
However, the woman in the water moved even faster.
The clusters of slimy black hair, like living pythons, writhed within the cramped phone booth, entangling Kamiyagawa's body completely.
