The three figures hung from the rafters, their hands limp, bodies swaying ever so slightly in the still air.
Shadows played across their faces, casting a chilling contrast between life and the eerie silence of death.
Tyler's gaze was drawn to their lifeless eyes, staring blankly ahead, frozen in a final, haunting expression. Darkened patches marked their skin—evidence of how long they'd been gone.
"They're… dead?" Tyler murmured, a chill settling over him. He recalled his recent encounter with Moeko, her voice, her presence unmistakable.
But if they were gone… how had he seen her?
He took a step back, unable to shake the sense that something was terribly wrong.
"Who is it?" Tyler took a deep breath.
The family of three committed suicide for no reason. This was very strange. Everyone wanted to live. If nothing happened, who would commit suicide? It means something happened and made them commit suicide.
