Right.
She pinched her brow.
It was already past ten at night, how could there possibly be someone else in her room?
"Surely it can't be true like Ying said, that a Spiritual Body has latched onto me, right?"
Nakajima Michika forced a cheerful smile and joked to herself—
"I don't know what state I'm in right now, but if you say I'm a Spiritual Body, it seems you're not wrong."
The voice sounded again.
This time it rang out clearly from behind Nakajima Michika.
Nakajima Michika's complexion paled instantly, and she stiffly turned her head like a malfunctioning robot to look behind her.
There was nothing but emptiness behind her.
"I'm right behind you."
Before Nakajima Michika could feel relieved, the voice echoed once more.
Nakajima Michika jerked, her mouth twitching as she turned pale.
First, she let out a couple of dry chuckles, then suddenly rushed to the door, her palm touching the doorknob, not yet starting to turn it—
Click.
The door opened on its own.
