Bzz-
Almost at the same instant, the impaled faces began growing again, dissolving into thick slime that fell to the floor and transformed into towering ghostly figures.
And this time, there weren't just one or two.
There were dozens, packed together!
Lynn stopped attacking and immediately went on the defensive. Finally, after several exchanges...
Click-
The clock hands moved again.
The darkness shrouding the classroom receded with a rumble, and the densely packed ghostly figures vanished with its retreat.
But this time, it wasn't the lights that illuminated the room.
It was a raging fire!
The entire classroom began burning fiercely. The walls peeled away, the desks and chairs burned, and the corpses fueled the flames.
Lynn knew.
With every descent of darkness, time in this classroom was advancing rapidly toward its final conclusion.
Once the thirty minutes were up, the entire classroom would burn to the ground.
Gritting his teeth, Lynn quickly put away the Night Demon Blade.
Force won't solve this.
Then I have to find a way to deal with that "ghost" in the time I have left.
There must still be clues I haven't found!
Amid the roaring flames...
Lynn returned to his seat, brow furrowed as he forced himself to stay calm amid the surging tongues of fire.
Based on the clues I've found so far...
The reason the character I'm playing could come into contact with the "ghost" was most likely his mother.
His mother was a "medium."
A medium is someone who can communicate with the souls of the dead.
And according to that girl's diary, his father killed his mother for some reason, setting this tragedy in motion.
Then he should have something his mother left behind.
At that moment...
Lynn's gaze landed squarely on the notebook on his desk.
*Could it