Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

Terrible things are happening all the time in this world.

While Amamiya Rin and Tomie were investigating the Slit-Mouthed Woman.

Perhaps demons fly through the sky, abducting children to offer as sacrifices to the demon god.

Perhaps there are long-legged monsters walking on the seabed, aiming to invade the land where humans live.

Perhaps there are ghosts born of resentment, who are inflicting malice upon the living.

Terumi Fujino has just finished recording a radio program.

Back in her two-story apartment, she removed her makeup and changed into soft loungewear.

Only one floor lamp was on in the living room, its warm yellow light barely dispelling the gloom in the corner.

Outside the window, the distant city lights and traffic sounds are filtered into a muffled background noise by the well-insulated glass.

There is a small balcony on the south side, with a few potted green plants outside, which are only vague outlines in the night.

Fujino Terumi stretched, her voluptuous figure filling out her loungewear. Barefoot on the soft carpet, she walked toward the kitchen.

Just then—

"despair!"

A soft sound.

It was very slight, like something small bumped against the glass door of the balcony.

Fujino Terumi paused in her steps.

Outside the window, the night was deep and dark. The glass door to the balcony was tightly closed, and the silk curtains were not fully drawn, leaving a gap that let in the thick darkness outside.

Fujino Terumi turned her head to look, but couldn't see anything clearly.

Did I hear that right? Or something else?

Fujino Terumi rubbed her stiff neck and continued walking towards the kitchen, her pace quickening involuntarily.

"Crack!"

Another sound.

This time it's clearer; it looks like something is gently scraping the glass.

The sudden sound, like static electricity, made Fujino Terumi instinctively shiver.

There was a strange feeling, a feeling that had been there for a while, like yesterday, the day before yesterday, and the day before that... It was also the source of her unease.

Don't scare yourself...

Fujino Terumi took a deep breath.

The vampire who attacked her has been caught; I saw the news about it at noon today.

Although it's bizarre and hard to imagine that a national-level singer would be a vampire, that's what Lin Jun said.

Even if the government is not trustworthy, Lin Jun is trustworthy.

Thinking this, Fujino Terumi still went over.

My bare feet made no sound when I stepped on the floor.

She stopped in front of the door, not rushing to draw the curtains, but instead listened intently.

Outside, there was only the distant hum of the city and the occasional sound of the wind.

She reached out and carefully pulled the curtains aside.

Outside the glass door, the small balcony was dimly lit. The few potted plants were just blurry shadows in the darkness. Further away were the scattered lit windows of the apartment building across the street, but there were no people or anything obviously unusual in sight.

Fujino Terumi breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Perhaps, as Lin Jun said, she was just too nervous and kept scaring herself.

She reached out and grasped the handle of the glass door, about to pull it open to get some fresh air and dispel her fear.

However, just as she was about to open the door, a strange sense of unease gripped her without warning.

The feeling came suddenly and intensely, like a cold hand suddenly squeezing her heart.

A chill ran down my spine, and the hairs on my back stood on end.

There was no reason whatsoever; it was just a biological instinct-like alarm bell blaring in my mind.

Get away from that thing! Don't come near it!

Her body froze on the spot, her fingertips seemed to be frozen, gripping the handle and unable to move, and she felt a tightness in her chest.

A vague intuition and instinct, along with unconscious suggestions, prevented her from contacting anything unusual.

Fujino Terumi stared at the night outside the door, a forced smile on her face.

She slowly withdrew her hand from the doorknob and took a half step back.

"Thinking about it carefully, I don't really have a reason to go out, do I?"

Fujino Terumi muttered to herself, preparing to turn away from the balcony area.

Just then—

"...Kimi".

A woman's voice suddenly drifted in from the darkness outside the balcony.

Fujino Terumi paused, a strange expression appearing on her face.

This voice... it's a little familiar, yet a little unfamiliar, like a voice I hear often, yet it feels somewhat out of place.

"It's me, Miwako. We just met today, and you've already forgotten? You really are a big star."

The voice carried a hint of dissatisfaction, as if complaining that Fujino Terumi was too arrogant.

Miwako? Miwako Ishida...?

Fujino Terumi remembered this person; he was also on today's program, but he was just a nobody on the street.

"Ishida-san? What's up so late?"

Fujino Terumi breathed a sigh of relief when she realized it was someone she knew.

She asked a question through the glass door, her gaze instinctively looking down, but the balcony railing and the darkness blocked her view.

"I have some questions for you about the show. Could you come out for a moment? Come to the balcony."

The sound drifted in from outside the balcony, conveying a sense of urgency.

"About the show?"

Who has the right to tell her about the show's events on the street? Even if something happens, shouldn't the director be the one to inform her?

Fujino Terumi thought to herself, but she didn't refuse such a simple request. She grabbed the doorknob and was about to open the door to the balcony.

The door opened a crack, and a cold night wind blew in, bringing a chill.

Feeling the cold wind blowing in her face, Terumi Fujino suddenly stopped moving.

A strange discovery flashed through my mind.

Something's wrong, the sound is off!

This is the second floor.

If Miwako were standing on the ground floor and shouting upwards, her voice would inevitably become somewhat muffled due to the distance and the night air.

However, Miwako's voice was unusually clear, with distinct pronunciation, as if the speaker was not far away from her, or even... just through a layer of glass.

This thought sent a strange unease through her.

Instead of opening the door immediately, Fujino Terumi took advantage of the clarity brought by the chill of the night wind to ponder the situation, and more confusion surfaced in her mind.

Why the balcony? If it's really a private matter, wouldn't it be safer to come in through the front door and talk in the living room?

Wouldn't it be strange to have her stand on the balcony, one person above and one person below, and have a conversation like that?

Furthermore, if it really concerns the show, why not make a phone call? The show's work has just ended, and not all the staff at the venue have left yet. If there are any problems, you can simply have the show's staff call you.

One question after another filled Fujino Terumi's mind, even giving her a familiar sense of unease and a chill running down her spine.

"I'm sorry, Miwako."

She slowly closed the door tightly and said warily.

"I'm not feeling well and can't be exposed to the wind. Let's talk about it on set tomorrow."