"So that's why nobody else could see this child?"
"Could it be that I can see this child because I'm about to die?"
"No."
The old woman quickly dismissed her own guess.
It was true that she was nearing the end of her life, but the young man who could also see the child wasn't old at all.
A conflicted look appeared on the old woman's face.
Then what was this child...
"It's a monster."
Xiao Xiao gave her the answer directly.
The old woman felt as if every hair on her body had stood on end.
It wasn't fear.
It was something closer to a shudder.
A monster?!
"It's a Child Ghost."
Xiao Xiao explained the monster to the old woman.
"It likes children."
"Oh, oh."
The old woman nodded, still looking somewhat dazed. "I like children too."
"Child Ghosts always appear on children's beds at night."
"Bouncing around."
"It wants to play with children."
"It wants a companion."
"Children are the ones it wants as companions."
"Is that so?"
A trace of pity passed over the old woman's face.
This was a lonely child.
"But to become its companion, the child would have to... die."
The old woman's eyes suddenly widened.
"Children visited by it will have a high fever the next day, one that won't go down."
"A fever... that won't go down..."
For the first time, the old woman felt that she wasn't so senile after all.
Hearing those words, she immediately thought of what the young man had said at the beginning—
"Do the children in this neighborhood keep getting inexplicably high fevers that won't go down?"
What... did he mean?
The old woman couldn't help clutching the front of her shirt.
She was a little afraid to hear the rest.
And afraid to