Real world.
Kamiyagawa jolted awake on the inn's bed and reached out to touch his neck first.
Good, his head was still attached.
In the Strange Tale World, no matter how gruesome and bizarre one's death, as long as there was a Substitute Paper Person to take the fall, it wouldn't affect Kamiya's real-life body.
It took him a moment to recover from the intensely realistic experience of death.
He glanced at the bedside; the freshly-made Substitute Paper Person lay decapitated, its death a tragic sight.
He then pulled out his phone—the latest in-game evaluation had already been generated—
[Liftoff!]
Kamiyagawa: ...
Forget it, don't get angry, don't get angry.
"Hannya." "Mary."
Kamiya put down his phone and spoke.
A purple and white kimono rapidly sketched into existence.
A red and black Western dress emerged through a sudden rise of scarlet fog, dragging a knife behind it.
