The postcard slipped from the man's hand. He braced both hands on the table, clenched them into fists, and pressed them against his forehead, covering most of his face.
Only the man's heavy breathing remained in the video. From time to time, tears could be seen gathering at his chin before falling onto the table.
"...They... want to kill me." The man spoke haltingly. "They want to kill me... Those people, my family, my friends... They want to kill me. They've become different. They've changed completely."
The man wiped his face. His bloodshot eyes stared into the camera. "I've researched it. Studied it, investigated... everything... every clue I could find... Christina's singing, the truth-or-dare stories that circulated online before that, and the strange phenomena occurring in different places... the hauntings... I looked into all of it. I can say for certain, I'm sure of it: this is the fourth stage. We've entered a dangerous period. Those ghosts... they've all become different. And the transit station. Just recently, I received another letter. It was from someone I used to keep in touch with, someone who stayed at the transit station. He said the transit station was gone. They'd all been scattered, sent to the human world, to different places. They were trapped for a while, but before long, they were dispersed. Some left early, some left together. Everything's completely chaotic... He said he returned to the human world and went looking for his family from when he was alive, but they were all dead. He couldn't find them at the transit station, either. And his old friends... He doesn't know what to do."
The man paused, then continued with difficulty. "The letter he sent was thick, so thick... I'd stopped checking the mailbox, but that letter was jammed inside it... He