Chapter 212

Despite being only three short sentences, Minamoto Wakasei read them over and over again, word by word, until every familiar character looked completely alien in his eyes. The black Vertu phone in his hand was being squeezed unconsciously, producing a faint creaking sound. The longer he stared at those three brief lines of text, the more Minamoto Wakasei felt as though he were gazing into a pitch-black abyss. At the very bottom of the abyss lurked an unlaid ghost, smiling and waving at him as if to say, "Long time no see." Shattered fragments of a face and voice seemed to piece themselves together in his mind bit by bit, finally coalescing into a fractured visage. Its smile was as cold as frost, and its tone as chilling as a demon's. Minamoto Wakasei forced down his sense of nausea and refrained from hurling the phone away. He already believed that those three text messages must have been sent by that person, yet at the same time, he kept flatly denying it to himself.