Suddenly, a hundred ghosts parade through the night!
The ghosts in action vary in costume, appearance, and age, their bodies mostly bloated and rotten, the ways in which they met their tragic ends somewhat discernible from their exteriors.
A little old man with twisted limbs and ribs protruding through his skin must have been killed in a collision.
A man in a white lab coat with a knife stuck in his chest is probably a doctor.
A middle-aged woman with a slashed throat, a gangster covered in tattooed arms, a policeman riddled with bullets, a sensuous mistress seemingly poisoned by the legitimate wife; some are no longer human but faceless ghosts who are barely a mass of wriggling flesh.
Fujiwara Reya frowned deeply.
From the moment he stepped into the building, he sensed something was off, and now it seems this place has turned into a "ghost-raising" ground.
"What should we do?" Kasahara Asuka asked.
