[Kekun was pinned to the cold carpet by your iron-clamp knees, his face almost sinking into its thick pile.]
[His eyes were wide, his pupils shrunk to pinpoints in utter horror as he stared straight ahead without blinking.]
[Less than five meters away, he watched the corpse of Baier, his comrade of many years and the man hailed as Q's strongest ace, undergo cursed spiritification bit by bit in an utterly twisted posture.]
[Kekun could clearly sense that the pulse of living human life had ceased entirely. In its place, something viscous, cold, and filled with endless malice was breeding madly inside that broken shell.]
[The monster called a "cursed spirit" was greedily hatching, using Baier's flesh and blood as its breeding ground.]
[And the culprit behind all of this was the far-too-young man pinning him to the floor like a dead dog!]
[It would have been an outright lie to say Kekun was not afraid.]
[Though his reason still tried to deny the absurdity before him, his body had already given its most honest response. His muscles convulsed violently beyond his control, cold sweat instantly soaked his crisp white military uniform like a waterfall, and his chattering teeth sounded especially piercing in the silent corridor.]
["Gah... gah gah..."]
[Suddenly, an eerie, inhuman rasp of vocal cords gradually emerged from deep in the dead body's throat.]
[At first, it sounded like air leaking from broken bellows, then slowly grew distorted and indistinct.]
["Kill... kill them all... in the way... kill..."]
[Kekun jerked violently as though electrocuted.]
[Those garbled murmurs contained snatches of phrases Baier had loved to say while alive.]
[The terror of hearing a once-familiar voice twisted into a monster's shrieks was something no horror film or bloody act could achieve.]
[Because it was so real-real enough that Kekun