The next day was all about continuing our investigation. Everyone had come prepared. Mei brought some decorative items while Takashi and I carried a heavy, round table—well, not exactly round but close enough for what we needed. Yumi brought posters and red strings, just like Kaito had suggested. We were going for that classic mystery board style, you know, the kind where detectives pin clues and connect them with string.
As we set everything up, we were all pretty excited. After half an hour, the room looked great—like a proper investigation hub. But after looking around, we all started wondering: where was Kaito? He hadn't shown up yet, which was odd, given he was usually the first one to arrive.
"Izumi," Mei called, "maybe you should go look for him? It's strange he hasn't come yet."
"Yeah, you're right," I said, dusting off my hands from the setup. "I'll be back soon."
After a while of searching through the halls and classrooms, I finally found Kaito on the terrace. He was standing there, completely still, just staring out into the distance, lost in thought.
"Kaito!" I shouted, trying to get his attention. He jerked, startled, and quickly turned around. "Oh, Izumi... It's just you."
"What are you doing up here?" I asked, walking over to him.
Kaito rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, what should I say... I just felt like hanging out here for a bit. The breeze feels good, you know?"
"Yeah, but shouldn't you be with us in the club?" I said, crossing my arms. "We've got everything set up, and it's about time we start working."
"Well, about that, Izumi," Kaito's voice trailed off. "I've been thinking about a lot lately. Maybe I'll—"
Before he could finish, Mei barged onto the terrace, slamming the door open right on me. I felt the sharp impact as it hit me square in the back, making me stumble.
"Kaito! There you are!" Mei said, not noticing me at all. "We've been worried sick about why you didn't come yet."
Kaito raised a finger, pointing at me. "Uh, Mei..."
She ignored his gesture entirely, her attention focused on Kaito. "You should join us quickly! You and Izumi were supposed to check out the old school library for clues!"
Without hesitation, she grabbed his arm and practically started dragging him toward the door. But as she passed by, she finally noticed me, standing there, half-dazed.
"Izumi! Stop slacking off and get back to work!" she said without a hint of irony.
Mei then marched off to the club, Kaito in tow. I sighed, rubbing my back where the door had hit me. "No sense of mercy..."
Back at the club, Mei had taken full charge, as always. She was giving orders left and right, making sure we had everything we needed for our investigation.
"Takashi, did you bring those torch lights?" she asked, her tone sharp.
Takashi nodded and set the torches down on the table. "Yeah, they're ready."
"Good," Mei said with a nod of approval. She then handed me and Kaito each a flashlight. "You two are going to the old school library. We need to dig up anything we can find about this mystery."
Yumi raised her hand hesitantly. "Um, Mei? The old school library is abandoned... and probably locked. How are they supposed to get in?"
Mei smirked, almost too confidently. "Don't worry, I've already looked into it. It's not locked—just a little rusty. The door's hard to open, that's all."
She mumbled to herself under her breath, "Actually, I broke the lock yesterday, but no need to mention that..."
I gave a quick, sarcastic salute. "Hai, hai. We'll check it out."
Mei practically pushed us out the door. "Good luck, both of you! Don't come back empty-handed!"
As soon as we were out of the room, I let out a long sigh. "Man, Mei can be so pushy at times, huh? Right, Kaito?"
Kaito, once again caught off guard, flinched slightly before nodding. "Uh, yeah..."
We started walking down the corridor toward the old school building. It was an eerie walk, the kind where your footsteps echo and make you think someone might be following you.
"Are you sure it's this way?" I asked, a bit unsure of the path we were taking.
Kaito glanced down at a rough sketch he had of the old building. "Yeah, I checked the layout. The library should be on the left side of the corridor, at the end."
I nodded, following his lead as we approached the entrance to the abandoned section of the school. The further we walked, the darker and dustier the halls became, like we were walking into a forgotten past.
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We finally reached the door to the old library. It looked just like Mei said—rusty, old, and barely hanging on to its hinges. Kaito reached for the handle and gave it a push. It didn't budge.
"Guess Mei wasn't kidding about the rust," Kaito muttered as he gave it another harder shove. The door creaked painfully before finally giving way, opening with a groan that echoed through the empty hall.
Inside, the library was dimly lit by the fading sunlight streaming through broken windows. Dust particles floated in the air, and old books were scattered haphazardly across the shelves.
"Well," I said, shining my flashlight around, "this place looks... promising."
Kaito chuckled. "Yeah, if by promising you mean 'creepy as hell.'"
"Come on," I said. "Let's start looking."
As we stepped further into the library, the atmosphere felt heavier, like the past itself was waiting to reveal something. I could tell this place had stories—secrets—and we were about to uncover them.
In the Old Library: The Search for Clues
From what I remembered, I turned to Kaito and said, "I think we should be looking for the old club reports. I've heard that clubs used to publish every set of data they collected into the library. If I'm not wrong, those files should be in a separate section from the rest, so we should focus on finding those sections instead of browsing aimlessly."
Kaito nodded in agreement, and we began scouring the library for any section that could store club reports. After a while of wandering between dusty bookshelves, I suddenly shouted, "Kaito, look at this!"
He rushed over, expecting I might have found something significant. "Did you find something?"
I pointed at an object on the shelf. "Look, it's a figurine of Hatsune Miku. What's something so valuable doing in an abandoned place like this? That's weird, right?"
Kaito blinked in confusion. "Is this what you called me over for?"
I chuckled nervously. "No, no. Look around. There's even more—Hatsune Miku magazines, and some other anime manga too."
Kaito smirked, realizing what we had stumbled upon. "Ah, this must be the Otaku Fan Club's section. There used to be an old club dedicated to otaku culture."
I raised an eyebrow. "How did the teachers even approve that?"
"Well," Kaito said, "rumor has it that the teacher they got to sponsor the club was an otaku himself. Talk about lucky for them."
I laughed and then said, "Wait, so this is the 'Otaku Club's report section,' right? Maybe the Supernatural Club's reports should be in this section too."
Kaito glanced up at the sign hanging over the shelves. It read, "G-02."
"Alright, let's search this entire section," he said.
We began combing through the shelves, focusing on the most likely places to find the Supernatural Club's records. We searched for nearly an hour, but it seemed like we were coming up empty. Honestly, I spent most of the time just staring at the anime merchandise, leaving Kaito to do the real work.
After another fifteen minutes, Kaito suddenly called out, "Izumi, come here!"
I hurried over to where he was. "Kaito, did you find something?"
Kaito held up a dusty old book. "Yes, I think I did. Look at these reports."
We started flipping through the pages, scanning the numerous club reports from the past. Suddenly, Kaito stopped. His finger rested on a specific entry, and he looked up at me with wide eyes.
"Found it."
I leaned in and read over his shoulder.
"So this is the record we were lookinging for , I see" i mumbled as I started to read it.
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Report – 24th March, 2006.
Target- A hideous monster.
A certain monster is said to have been roaming around the city lately. There have been hidden reports and vague pieces of evidence. Whenever a crime is committed by this monster, there is always a piece of ragged black cloth left behind, almost as if it was intentionally discarded. We've been searching for this supernatural threat for about two year now, but no solid leads have been found.
The only real reason we began investigating was that one of our club members, Higurashi-san, commited suicide on the night of 19th February 2004. The cops ruled it as a suicide—he was found in his bed, having stabbed himself multiple times. They believed it may have been due to drugs, as traces were found in his blood.
The next day, I and the rest of the club visited the scene. It was horrifying. Dried blood patches were scattered across the room, and right beside his bed was a piece of ragged black cloth. I directly knew something was connected with this piece of cloth and also that this wasn't a suicide but rather a brutal murder. Since that day, our club has been dedicated to investigating this supernatural threat.
But throughout these two years, we have found little—just minor clues, nothing concrete. Similar accidents occurred three more times within the span of these two years, each time with the same ragged black cloth, yet we still have no solid leads. Today marks the last day of our club. We will be graduating soon, and we hope that someone will inherit this mystery.
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I shuddered after reading the report. "How tragic..." I muttered.
"Yeah, I know," Kaito said quietly. "But is that all?"
"Wait," he continued, flipping the page. "There's another entry."
As Kaito turned the page, we saw something unusual. Large black ink stains were splattered across the paper, obscuring most of the text. Still, some of the writing was legible.
Kaito began reading aloud.
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Report – 25th August 2006 (Urgent Note)
Last entry
Today on 25th August, another member of our club has died. She fell from the second-floor window, and again, the same ragged black cloth was found near her body. But this time, I witnessed the incident myself. I saw the criminal—the monster.
It was a girl dressed in black, of average height, with long raven hair. There was a suffocating black mist surrounding her, almost like it was alive. She saw me and said, "Next time, it will be you," before vanishing into thin air. She had a black mist surrounding her and it felt as if it was alive and that it wanted to consume me. I tried to move, to run away, but it was as if the air itself turned to stone around me.
After this, I've decided that the club must be closed for good. Too many lives have been lost chasing this specter, this... ghost of shadows. The more we investigate, the more dangerous it becomes. At first, we thought it was just a creepy urban legend—a girl in black, killing those who sought her out. But this is far more sinister. Anyone reading this needs to understand: she's not some ghost story. She's real.
Over the past two years, we've found a pattern. She doesn't kill randomly. She picks her targets—those who get too close to learning her secret, those who probe into her existence. It's as if she wants to keep her identity hidden, but also delights in making sure we know she's watching. The deaths always follow a discovery—someone finds a clue, and then they're gone.
The black rag, that same piece of cloth we keep finding—it's not just a coincidence. It's always left behind, as though she's mocking us, taunting us with evidence we can never fully understand. I believe it's tied to her somehow, a signature of sorts, though its meaning still escapes me.
I've gathered what information I could, but it's not enough. We don't know where she came from, or why she kills. All we have are fragmented clues, whispers in the dark, and the terrified ramblings of the survivors, those lucky enough to escape her clutches before their time runs out. Even the police are stumped. Every time a case involving her surfaces, they're quick to call it a suicide or an accident. But I know better. We've lost too many friends to pretend otherwise.
One of the most chilling parts of this mystery came after our the investigation of our this death incident . As we were cleaning out his room, we found a cryptic message scratched into the wall, something I've only recently managed to decipher. It read: 'ʄųƈɖıƈıʄ ץย๓เ.' At first, it made no sense—just random symbols. But after spending hours analyzing it, I realized it was a cryptic form of her name. I don't know what language or code it's based on. So I don't know what it meant all I knew why this was her name.
I'll be keep this code in hidden for as long as possible, but I fear that anyone who learns about it might be able to understand this mystery . If you're reading this, and you've already come this far, then it's too late to turn back. You've already been marked. I am sorry to include you in. You'll now begin to see her in the shadows, feel her presence in every dark corner, hear her whispers when you're alone at night. She knows when you're close to uncovering the truth, and she won't stop until you're silenced. This is why I beg you—please don't investigate further. Walk away now, before it's too late.
But if you're stubborn, like we were, and you decide to pursue her, then take this last warning to heart: the moment you understand her name, the moment you speak it aloud, she will come for you. You might have days, or maybe just hours. But she will find you.
Her name is deciphered name is [ ].' it's based on an ancient language used in Greek. I can feel its weight. It's more than a name. It's a curse, a binding that ties her to this world and to the darkness she commands. If you're reading this, please—dont pursue her alone.
And I have somehow able to get a picture of this girl though it's clear but might help you out there.
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Kaito and I stood there, stunned into silence. The pages seemed to radiate a chill, as if the very mention of the cryptic name brought her closer to us.
Kaito's voice was low and shaky. "This… this is more than I expected."
I couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching us. "Do you think… this could be real?"
Kaito didn't answer. He just stared at the last, torn page where the supposed picture of the girl had been. Whoever tore it out clearly didn't want anyone seeing her face. It was like the final piece of a puzzle, forever missing.
"Izumi," Kaito finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. "We need to tell the others. We need to be careful about this."
I nodded, but inside, I felt a knot of fear tightening. The deeper we got into this mystery,
the more dangerous it became. And now, we had a solid evidence of her existence and it felt as if solving that code would bring was closer to the answer .
To be continued…