Ignoring Fu Qian, the stitched-together monster sitting there, Hayami Suzune turned around and headed straight for the door.
Out of the corner of her eye, she even sneaked a look at Fu Qian's reaction. The conclusion was that he didn't react at all.
Fu Qian paid no attention to her behavior, focusing entirely on piecing together an arm.
With her hand on the doorknob, Hayami Suzune found it hard to describe how she felt.
But after steadying herself, she still pressed down firmly and pushed the door open.
At some point, a thick gray fog had gathered outside, reducing visibility to almost nothing.
An artificial dream couldn't be endless, so this must be the nightmare's edge?
As long as she left this place, then...
After one last look back, Hayami Suzune stepped into the dense fog.
This is...
The next moment, she stared in terror at the dim space before her.
The familiar underground chamber, with rectangular stone slabs arranged in the familiar layout. On one of them lay a mutilated corpse.
The only difference from last time was that there was now an open door in the wall behind her, slanting upward toward the outside.
Through the doorway, she could see the thick, soupy fog outside.
How could this be!
After staring at the gruesome corpse for several seconds, Hayami Suzune abruptly turned around and walked upward through the door that had appeared behind her.
This time, before she even reached the surface, the fog came surging toward her.
Hayami Suzune kept moving. When the gray fog cleared, she found herself in an unfamiliar room, with a bed right beside her.
Facing the spacious bed was a huge floor-to-ceiling window, and beyond it was still nothing but gray haze.
It was a bedroom.
Drawing a deep breath, Hayami