Hashimoto Maya hesitated for a moment, then reached out and switched off the light. The room instantly returned to normal, no longer so bloody and frightening.
He silently breathed a sigh of relief, with the strange feeling that a horror movie shoot had ended and everything had returned to everyday life.
Behind him,
Inozuka Saburo was still earnestly trying to reason with Kurosawa Kazuma. "We can't leave! What if that police officer keeps an eye on us after we leave? That woman looks like she'd be very hard to deal with—and since we're already here, what we just went through actually proves that the police here are very responsible. If we hastily change hiding places, our situation will only become more dangerous."
Kurosawa Kazuma stared at the room, frowning. "But this place looks way too unlucky..."
"He gave us this room, but it's not like we have to stay here." Inozuka Saburo was rather optimistic. "At worst, we can find someone to switch rooms with later. Besides, the more eerie a place looks, the safer it can be sometimes. Other than freaks who kill as easily as drinking water, everyone else is more or less nervous and uneasy when committing a crime. They'll definitely choose somewhere they're more familiar with, or at least somewhere that makes them feel safe—just look at this room."
With a click, he turned on the light, and blood-red light instantly spilled down. "It'd scare off even a Ghost, let alone a few murderers!"
Kurosawa Kazuma: "..." That actually seemed to make sense?
Hashimoto Maya sensed something off and turned from the window. "Where'd you get all these theories? You've got one after another."
Inozuka Saburo scratched his head. "I majored in Criminal Psychology in college. Though later, I thought the coursework was too demanding, so