Fu Qian, the stitched-together creature sitting there, was ignored as Suzune Hayami turned and headed straight for the door.
In the corner of her eye, she even stealthily observed Fu Qian's reaction, concluding that there was none.
Fu Qian paid no heed to her actions, instead fully absorbed in piecing together an arm.
...
Her hand on the doorknob, Suzune Hayami struggled to describe her feelings at that moment.
But after steadying herself, she still exerted force on her hand, resolutely pushing the door open.
A dense grey fog, which had somehow enveloped the exit, now made visibility extremely poor.
Could this be the edge of the Nightmare, as a man-made dream couldn't be infinite in size?
If she left this place, then...
Taking one last glance back, Suzune Hayami stepped into the thick fog.
This is...
The next moment, she looked on in horror at the dim space before her.
