In the outskirts of New York, beyond the oil painting.
In the deserted graveyard of Hill Psychiatric Hospital, Boine's Three Stone Coffins lay silently docked.
And below.
The entire city's reflection had already overlapped with New York.
The public bus and the Horror House had not appeared in reality.
Instead, somehow, both had become entangled in a sort of stalemate.
The grudges and conflicts between the two Strange entities had not been a matter of yesterday.
From the school, to the Evil Spirit students, and then to the city reflection.
Since their paths had crossed, they had engaged in countless confrontations.
The public bus no longer carried Evil Spirits.
The Horror House did not ravage any territory either.
Now, they were in a very awkward predicament.
Once again, they constrained each other.
Not to let New York fall as Du Wei had previously thought, but to pull this second or third-tier city into the city reflection.
There, that was their turf.
In a sense.
