Koji Hosokawa was furious that Miyuki Yamazaki had raised her hand earlier, but he did not dare get angry with her. Instead, he directed a decidedly hostile look at Chen San Shui.
He had already made up his mind. No matter how well Chen San Shui told his story, he would not approve.
Even if the other man somehow passed the club's assessment, he would ask the Club President to reject him.
One was a visiting trainee from Great Xia who would return home in six months.
The other was a local from the Island Nation, a fellow club member they had known for ages. He trusted that the Club President would know whom to choose.
That thought made Koji Hosokawa feel much better.
Perhaps he was imagining it, but Koji Hosokawa suddenly felt the room grow a little colder.
He shifted in his seat as Chen San Shui's story reached his ears.
"Old Wang was the cold storage administrator at a funeral home. Lately, a few things had been troubling him..."
A funeral home? Hah. What a tired old story.
A truly terrifying ghost story never depended on a particular setting.
Koji Hosokawa felt nothing but disdain.
He did not want to listen anymore.
Glancing around, he leaned back a little, intending to close his eyes and rest for a while.
But although he could shut his eyes, his ears could not block out the voice telling the story.
Gradually, scenes began forming in his mind, following that voice.
Koji Hosokawa did not know why the scenes in his mind were so vivid, but by now, he had been drawn into the world he had constructed.
It felt as though he were actually there.
But how did I know what a funeral home in Great Xia looked like?
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