A ponytailed girl pressed her lips together tightly.
"...I dreamed about the day I saw the strange uncle..."
Huh?
The short-haired girl froze.
The strange uncle?
Who?
Oh.
Wait...
The short-haired girl's eyes widened in surprise.
"The one you told me about yesterday..."
The strange uncle who saw hallucinations?
The ponytailed girl nodded.
"Yes."
Her expression grew dazed and somewhat rigid.
The girl in the dream was just like she had been that day in real life...
She heard a sound...
Curious, she followed it.
Watching this, she screamed, "Don't go over there!"
But the girl in her dream didn't seem to hear her.
She kept walking.
Soon, she reached the entrance to an alley.
Watching this, she was going crazy.
She screamed frantically.
"Don't go in!"
Unfortunately,
her other self still didn't hear her.
She cautiously walked into the alley.
Just as she was about to keep shouting, a sudden feeling gripped her heart.
She abruptly clutched the front of her shirt.
Panic spread across her face.
The feeling was awful.
It was like being in a car and smelling a strong odor of gasoline: her stomach churned, and she felt like she might throw up, but couldn't.
She felt nauseated, as if she were about to retch but couldn't.
It was familiar.
The ponytailed girl pressed a hand against her stomach.
This feeling was familiar.
She remembered.
It was when she saw the man muttering to himself.
At dusk, the light between heaven and earth was dim and ambiguous.
She had never really liked dusk.
It always gave her an indescribable feeling.
At that moment, that indescribable feeling intensified to its limit.
The child could hear her own heartbeat, erratic and racing in her ears.
When she