After being attacked by a strange, blue stained corpse, Suzume is finally starting to make some ground around the mansion. With a key in hand, she can now explore an old room that she passed before.
However, when she enters that room, it only leads her into more danger, much much more danger than before. With a strange shadow walking through and an unknown voice singing, will she be able to save herself and her sister?
Shortly after, she could see a slender shadow walking through the mist. She couldn’t make out any fine details, just that the shadow was approaching the house with every step.
“Hikaru… What happened to you? You look so… lifeless.”
Patrick and I decided that tonight we should go out to get some drinks. After a long week inside of the office, staring at computer monitors all day, there’s no better way to unwind than to get drunk and go on long, endless rambles.
I expected that we would both have some of the usual wife tales and stories about our shitty childhood, but I felt like I was the one who learned something new tonight.
Patrick was more than just a muscle head.
Patrick lifted his shoulder to get a better look at his tattoo. It was a simple, but highly detailed depiction of a yin-yang symbol done with one fish being the white part and another fish for the black.
“Oh, this old thing? It’s nothing special.”
Many romance novels and stories often have a forbidden love feature: a Romeo and Juliet style situation that prevents the two lovers from ever truly showing their affection. Some end in tragedy and some get the happy finale that was expected.
Regardless, if there’s a forming bond between two and they’re both willing to go to secret lengths to keep the relationship alive, then it was meant to be. Same goes for a bond between a student and their teacher.
As much as I should be panicking right now, I’m completely calm; I know who grabbed me.
“Took you long enough, Kyouko.”
I’ve lost track of exactly how many people have suffered from my experiments. A handful, a dozen, a few dozen most likely? All I know is until I get the results I want, that number will continue to climb.
It’s been a few days since I’ve checked up on the condition of my current subject; perhaps he has some new findings for me that I’ve been wanting for some time.
“Ms. Tanamura,” Yuuka calls out, “the current subject is about to wake up. His vital signs are beginning to change.”
“Unlock the doors so he can proceed,” I answer.
Ever imagined what it would be like to have your very own talking bird a a pet? Having a nice little talking buddy with you in a room?
Now, what if instead of a bird, it was a Harpy that was roughly the size of a teenager and instead of talking, needed you for a favor? But hey, a Harpy is a kind of bird.
“Wait, are you sure that this is a good idea?”
“It’s the best idea I can think of right now. Obviously, if I was in a better situation, I wouldn’t be asking you do this for me.”
Most of the time when people come home from work, they want to take a moment to kick back and relax, maybe watch some T.V or read a good book. That’s normal.
Having to save your girlfriend from some kind of “creature” that tried to kill her? That’s not normal. But hey, things happen.
No response again. Maybe Sam stepped out to go somewhere? But even if she did, she would text me or something just letting me know if she wouldn’t be home by the time I get off from work. What the hell is going on?
Honestly, I never imagined that I would have so easily accepted myself like that. Being together feels so much different than being apart. It feel… right.
Now, I don’t have any fears or regrets for what I’m about to commit. Instead, I feel unnaturally excited.
“Where are we going?”
“Let’s see how my little scapegoat is doing today, shall we?”