Where should I be here?
A voice whispering in her ear along with a giggling laugh.
Jane, who was shivering from the eeriness of the pure white arms tightly gripping waist, suddenly realized that the voice in her ear was familiar to her.
'This voice is...'
Jane's head slowly turned. She didn't want to look again, but she felt she had to check the white face she hadn't seen properly before.
When she turned her head enough to see that white face, the strength that had been tightening around her waist disappeared and the white face was no longer visible.
Uh, where to...
Jane was momentarily taken aback by the eerie aura that had suddenly disappeared, but then quickly grabbed the doorknob and turned it with her freed body.
“...Please, I’m sorry. Please let me out.”
Click click click click click-
Please please please...
The door, which was clearly only lockable from the inside, was shut tightly as if it had been locked from the outside and would not budge.
But Jane could tell. If she didn't get out of this room right now, she would die.
Click, click... bang bang bang!!!
Jane now began to pound on the door, hoping that someone outside would recognize her danger and come to her rescue.
But after school, before the weekend, there will probably be few students left at the institution until this time.
“Please save me! I’m trapped here! Someone help me!”
Please save me, or I will die here.
“Huh!”
A surprisingly calm and gentle whisper came from behind her. Jane turned around in surprise and froze.
A tall side table by Carol and Jane's bedside.
Beneath it, a pure white face was crumpled and bent unusually.
She said this with a smile on her face that looked like it was going to bleed.
Please spare me. If you don't, I'll kill Jane here. I'll stab her, cut her up, and eat her alive.
“...”
Jane realized.
The voice and the appearance of that white face that had seemed strangely familiar since earlier.
That was Raina's. The atmosphere had definitely changed a lot, but it was Raina's face and voice.
“Do you like it when your head is broken, or when your legs are broken?”
“Do you like instant death or do you like to die a little more slowly?”
“Do you like it when your head gets smashed when your leg bones snap and explode in all directions?”
One day, so long ago that it now seemed distant because so much had happened, she remembered the eerie questions Raina had asked her while holding her hand.
And she had thought about it that day.
Ghost.
As Simone said, Raina might really be a ghost.
“Lady Raina....”
Why?
But she never thought that she would actually threaten her.
Jane was so shocked that she couldn't do anything, and was just looking at Raina's strangely twisted face.
Bang!
Jane came to her senses at the sound of clashing iron.
“Uh, why...”
A man with a knife crawled out from under the bed.
He looked like an ordinary person on the outside, but he had a considerable rotten smell and his limbs were unusually long.
Outside the window, a bloody figure with a torn arm was floating, banging its head on the glass.
In the mirror on the dressing table next to the bed, a ghost with the same face as Jane was standing, glancing at Jane from the corner of her eye.
Chararak-
The book Carol had left behind flipped over on its own, and a gnarled hand rose from the ground and grabbed Jane's ankle.
“S, save me...”
She didn't understand anything about the situation, but one thing was certain: those countless ghosts were looking solely at Jane and were getting closer and closer.
Raina giggled.
There is a ghost with a knife under the bed, a ghost with a pure white face under the blanket, a ghost without legs outside the window, a little ghost when she looks up, a female ghost when she turns around, and a male ghost when she looks down.
Bam- the lights in the room went out.
It was definitely bright with the sunset just a moment ago, but she didn't know when the time passed so quickly, it was dark and night had fallen.
In the darkness where nothing could be seen, Raina's whispers continued.
I like getting stabbed to death. I like getting my head smashed when I fall. I like my organs flying out. I like my brain exploding. Jane, Jane, Jane.
“Stop! Please stop! Ugh... Please stop, please... I was wrong. I was wrong...”
Jane diligently pulled down the doorknob while praying. She would rather have the door broken if only she could get out.
'God of Death....'
If you haven't abandoned me, please help me.
The moment she prayed earnestly and lowered the doorknob with all her might... click-
"...Uh?"
The door really opened. Jane ran out with all her might.
It was clearly a dark night, but as soon as she opened the door, the window in the hallway was filled with a dewy dawn scene.
It felt like a nightmare, but Jane instinctively knew that this was not a dream.
As she ran, ghosts began to chase after her.
Not only the ghost that crawled out of the room, but numerous ghosts popped out along her path, trying to capture Jane.
‘There are so many ghosts in this institution..."
At least she thought there wouldn't be any ghosts in this building, but it turns out there are a lot of them hiding.
She ran up the stairs as if she was being driven away as if she was running away from ghosts.
During that time, she was possessed by ghosts several times, and her mind was polluted and worn out.
A voice whispering in her ear along with a giggling laugh.
Jane, who was shivering from the eeriness of the pure white arms tightly gripping waist, suddenly realized that the voice in her ear was familiar to her.
'This voice is...'
Jane's head slowly turned. She didn't want to look again, but she felt she had to check the white face she hadn't seen properly before.
When she turned her head enough to see that white face, the strength that had been tightening around her waist disappeared and the white face was no longer visible.
Uh, where to...
Jane was momentarily taken aback by the eerie aura that had suddenly disappeared, but then quickly grabbed the doorknob and turned it with her freed body.
“...Please, I’m sorry. Please let me out.”
Click click click click click-
Please please please...
The door, which was clearly only lockable from the inside, was shut tightly as if it had been locked from the outside and would not budge.
But Jane could tell. If she didn't get out of this room right now, she would die.
Click, click... bang bang bang!!!
Jane now began to pound on the door, hoping that someone outside would recognize her danger and come to her rescue.
But after school, before the weekend, there will probably be few students left at the institution until this time.
“Please save me! I’m trapped here! Someone help me!”
Please save me, or I will die here.
“Huh!”
A surprisingly calm and gentle whisper came from behind her. Jane turned around in surprise and froze.
A tall side table by Carol and Jane's bedside.
Beneath it, a pure white face was crumpled and bent unusually.
She said this with a smile on her face that looked like it was going to bleed.
Please spare me. If you don't, I'll kill Jane here. I'll stab her, cut her up, and eat her alive.
“...”
Jane realized.
The voice and the appearance of that white face that had seemed strangely familiar since earlier.
That was Raina's. The atmosphere had definitely changed a lot, but it was Raina's face and voice.
“Do you like it when your head is broken, or when your legs are broken?”
“Do you like instant death or do you like to die a little more slowly?”
“Do you like it when your head gets smashed when your leg bones snap and explode in all directions?”
One day, so long ago that it now seemed distant because so much had happened, she remembered the eerie questions Raina had asked her while holding her hand.
And she had thought about it that day.
Ghost.
As Simone said, Raina might really be a ghost.
“Lady Raina....”
Why?
But she never thought that she would actually threaten her.
Jane was so shocked that she couldn't do anything, and was just looking at Raina's strangely twisted face.
Bang!
Jane came to her senses at the sound of clashing iron.
“Uh, why...”
A man with a knife crawled out from under the bed.
He looked like an ordinary person on the outside, but he had a considerable rotten smell and his limbs were unusually long.
Outside the window, a bloody figure with a torn arm was floating, banging its head on the glass.
In the mirror on the dressing table next to the bed, a ghost with the same face as Jane was standing, glancing at Jane from the corner of her eye.
Chararak-
The book Carol had left behind flipped over on its own, and a gnarled hand rose from the ground and grabbed Jane's ankle.
“S, save me...”
She didn't understand anything about the situation, but one thing was certain: those countless ghosts were looking solely at Jane and were getting closer and closer.
Raina giggled.
There is a ghost with a knife under the bed, a ghost with a pure white face under the blanket, a ghost without legs outside the window, a little ghost when she looks up, a female ghost when she turns around, and a male ghost when she looks down.
Bam- the lights in the room went out.
It was definitely bright with the sunset just a moment ago, but she didn't know when the time passed so quickly, it was dark and night had fallen.
In the darkness where nothing could be seen, Raina's whispers continued.
I like getting stabbed to death. I like getting my head smashed when I fall. I like my organs flying out. I like my brain exploding. Jane, Jane, Jane.
“Stop! Please stop! Ugh... Please stop, please... I was wrong. I was wrong...”
Jane diligently pulled down the doorknob while praying. She would rather have the door broken if only she could get out.
'God of Death....'
If you haven't abandoned me, please help me.
The moment she prayed earnestly and lowered the doorknob with all her might... click-
"...Uh?"
The door really opened. Jane ran out with all her might.
It was clearly a dark night, but as soon as she opened the door, the window in the hallway was filled with a dewy dawn scene.
It felt like a nightmare, but Jane instinctively knew that this was not a dream.
As she ran, ghosts began to chase after her.
Not only the ghost that crawled out of the room, but numerous ghosts popped out along her path, trying to capture Jane.
‘There are so many ghosts in this institution..."
At least she thought there wouldn't be any ghosts in this building, but it turns out there are a lot of them hiding.
She ran up the stairs as if she was being driven away as if she was running away from ghosts.
During that time, she was possessed by ghosts several times, and her mind was polluted and worn out.
When did I lose my mind to fear?
Jane, who had been heading upwards as if cornered, finally realized that there was nowhere else to run.
The rooftop of the employee dormitory.
A man with his sword raised high above his head staggered toward Jane, and Jane backed away little by little, leaning precariously against the railing.
At that moment, Raina's voice came into her ear.
Jane would rather die than fall
Heheheehe
Jane, who had been heading upwards as if cornered, finally realized that there was nowhere else to run.
The rooftop of the employee dormitory.
A man with his sword raised high above his head staggered toward Jane, and Jane backed away little by little, leaning precariously against the railing.
At that moment, Raina's voice came into her ear.
Jane would rather die than fall
Heheheehe
The sound of laughter filled Jane's head.
Yes, if I jump, I won't have to suffer like this anymore. The ghosts won't bother me anymore.
How long must I suffer under bullying where no one believes in me?
Jane, overcome by impulsive emotion, climbed over the railing.
How much time had passed while I was standing there blankly, hesitating for a moment?
A commotion was heard from below the previously quiet building, and the moment she spotted Simone looking at her with a surprised face among them, Abel pulled her into the building.
She thought it was just a moment, but when she came to her senses, the weekend had passed and the students were coming home.
'If I had jumped without hesitation, I would have died.'
Like the famous falling ghost story among the servants.
Jane shuddered with foreboding.
'That's strange.'
Simone exhaled deeply.
After hearing Jane's story, she can understand that the ghost named Raina created this situation.
But there were still many things she couldn't understand.
Why was Jane targeted, why did the professor take Jane's words lightly, and what was the purpose?
“Excuse me, Simone?”
Simone looked at Jane, who was watching her closely, and her expression became serious. Then she said.
“But I do understand one thing. Why didn’t I notice the danger?”
Geneon described this as a 'curse' from a broad perspective, but to Simone, this is not a curse but a 'mark'.
If it was a curse, there was no way Simone wouldn't have noticed, and to begin with, a curse wasn't an easy skill that just anyone could use, just because they were a necromancer.
If everyone knew that necromancers could cast curses, wouldn't that be the very reason why real necromancers should be persecuted?
“It looks like someone marked Jane and me.”
“A mark...?”
"Yes."
Simone nodded, sending a signal to the ghosts with a sign.
The one who left the mark is the next target. So, harass the interest until it dies.
And perhaps that sign will be formed by Raina's question.
“Raina can’t be the real culprit. That ghost wasn’t a strong enough soul to do something like this.”
Besides, Geneon said that this was a necromancer's curse.
“There’s a high chance that this is the work of the same necromancer. There’s probably someone within the organization who uses Raina as a subordinate.”
Somehow, a soul that seemed to have no power at all revealed its existence so clearly and acted like a human.
It is possible if the soul is under the necromancer's control. It will be affected by the necromancer's power.
And if Simone's thoughts are correct, the person who is treating Raina like a subordinate is the one who sent this message.
“How can a person do such a thing...”
Simone said, looking at Jane, who was shaking in disbelief.
“I guess he's given up on being human. Anyway, it would be best for Jane to stay in my room from today onwards.”
“Who is the culprit?”
Simone chuckled at Abel's question.
“What are you asking? Lord Geneon said that I was marked too. I’m going to be the bait and ask Raina myself.”
How long must I suffer under bullying where no one believes in me?
Jane, overcome by impulsive emotion, climbed over the railing.
How much time had passed while I was standing there blankly, hesitating for a moment?
A commotion was heard from below the previously quiet building, and the moment she spotted Simone looking at her with a surprised face among them, Abel pulled her into the building.
She thought it was just a moment, but when she came to her senses, the weekend had passed and the students were coming home.
'If I had jumped without hesitation, I would have died.'
Like the famous falling ghost story among the servants.
Jane shuddered with foreboding.
***
'That's strange.'
Simone exhaled deeply.
After hearing Jane's story, she can understand that the ghost named Raina created this situation.
But there were still many things she couldn't understand.
Why was Jane targeted, why did the professor take Jane's words lightly, and what was the purpose?
“Excuse me, Simone?”
Simone looked at Jane, who was watching her closely, and her expression became serious. Then she said.
“But I do understand one thing. Why didn’t I notice the danger?”
Geneon described this as a 'curse' from a broad perspective, but to Simone, this is not a curse but a 'mark'.
If it was a curse, there was no way Simone wouldn't have noticed, and to begin with, a curse wasn't an easy skill that just anyone could use, just because they were a necromancer.
If everyone knew that necromancers could cast curses, wouldn't that be the very reason why real necromancers should be persecuted?
“It looks like someone marked Jane and me.”
“A mark...?”
"Yes."
Simone nodded, sending a signal to the ghosts with a sign.
The one who left the mark is the next target. So, harass the interest until it dies.
And perhaps that sign will be formed by Raina's question.
“Raina can’t be the real culprit. That ghost wasn’t a strong enough soul to do something like this.”
Besides, Geneon said that this was a necromancer's curse.
“There’s a high chance that this is the work of the same necromancer. There’s probably someone within the organization who uses Raina as a subordinate.”
Somehow, a soul that seemed to have no power at all revealed its existence so clearly and acted like a human.
It is possible if the soul is under the necromancer's control. It will be affected by the necromancer's power.
And if Simone's thoughts are correct, the person who is treating Raina like a subordinate is the one who sent this message.
“How can a person do such a thing...”
Simone said, looking at Jane, who was shaking in disbelief.
“I guess he's given up on being human. Anyway, it would be best for Jane to stay in my room from today onwards.”
“Who is the culprit?”
Simone chuckled at Abel's question.
“What are you asking? Lord Geneon said that I was marked too. I’m going to be the bait and ask Raina myself.”
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