Walking through the corridor, the composer Maekura was extremely nervous. Everyone had gathered in the study, leaving the entire museum deserted, without a single person in sight. Just thinking about the story he had told earlier made Maekura uneasy. From the perspective of supernatural tales, the Snow Woman was not particularly terrifying or bloody. After all, in all the legends about Snow Women in Japan, the most they did was freeze men to death or turn them into ice blocks.
Compared with the bloody deaths in many supernatural tales, that was relatively gentle.
But... who wanted to die?!
"P-Professor Duanmu, what should we do now...?"
As he nervously walked forward, Maekura asked the question. However, after waiting for a while, he still heard no response from Duanmu Huai. When he turned his head, Maekura was shocked to discover that Duanmu Huai, who should have been walking beside him, had vanished!
"Eek—!!"
At that moment, Maekura felt his scalp go numb. He widened his eyes in terror and looked around, but the long corridor was completely empty!
W-What happened? She was right here just now... Forget it!
With that thought, Maekura immediately turned around and ran back the way he had come!
The narrow corridor was dark and oppressive. Gritting his teeth, Maekura practically sprinted back to the study. Then he suddenly thrust out his hand and pushed open the study door.
"Everyone, something's happened! Professor Duanmu—!"
Before Maekura could finish speaking, a frigid wind mixed with a blizzard rushed into his mouth, making him cough loudly. He widened his eyes and finally realized that what lay before him was not a study at all, but an endless snowy field! When he turned around, he was even more shocked to find that the corridor behind him had become the hall!
"Jingle—"