I thought the girl would have an emotional breakdown.
Anyone who suddenly discovered they had been dead for a long time, with the world changed beyond recognition and everything familiar gone, would have some kind of reaction.
But the girl's mind went blank only briefly. Once she understood her situation, she looked down at her body, then reached out toward the two men.
Her hands passed right through them without touching them.
She tried touching other things, too.
As long as she focused hard enough, her body could pass through objects. But when she relaxed, her body behaved just as it had when she was alive: she would bump into walls and be stopped by doors.
She seemed to get hooked on it, constantly trying all sorts of things to see what she could do now.
This girl... was a little too carefree.
That was what I thought, and then I realized that this was what made her so dangerous.
She had no ghostly aura, and likewise, there was no malice about her.
She hadn't thought about what to do next, or where a person's soul was supposed to go under normal circumstances.
Like a wild animal.
She quickly adapted to her new state and left the little room that had trapped her for so long.
The school hadn't been rebuilt, but it had been freshly painted, and propaganda posters from the eighties hung along the corridor walls.
The girl floated along, curiously observing the newly renovated school.
Actually, the campus could hardly be called new. It must have been renovated quite a while ago. Even the propaganda posters were faded and yellowed.
There was no one at the school. It seemed to be on break.
That was probably why people from the school had come to take measurements and