"Aba!"
A tiny old man dressed in Komuso monk garb clung to the back of the driver's seat, gesturing and pointing toward the front of the vehicle.
He truly felt the breath of Strange Tales drawing closer.
Kamiyagawa constantly conveyed navigation instructions from his own Scout to the Exorcists in the car.
The more the minivan drove forward, the dimmer and quieter the streetlights became, leaving the whole neighborhood deserted and lonely.
One could only hear the low moan of dog barks, rising from an unknown household on the side of the street, echoing in the dense night.
"Stop here," Kamiya said.
The minivan slowly came to a halt, and the tiny old man was the first to jump out.
The night breeze blew, rustling the leaves of the street trees, the sound growing clearer and more distinct, highlighting the isolation and chill.
