%e3%82%ab%e3%83%a9%e3%83%80%e6%8e%a2%e3%81%97(raw%2cfree)%2cchapter%2c6%2ccomick.top%2cread%2ckarada%2csagashi%2craw%2cmanga%2conline%2ckarada%2csagashi%2craw%2cread%2ckarada%2csagashi%2craw%2conline%2ckarada%2csagashi%2craw%2cmanga%2ckarada%2csagashi%2cra -

"We have the left arm," Takahiro whispered, his hands trembling as he gripped a blood-stained bundle. "That’s four pieces. We still need the torso and the head."

Asuka stood in the center of the biology lab, her breath hitching in her throat. Beside her, three other students stood in a jagged line, their faces pale under the flickering fluorescent lights. They weren't supposed to be here. Not in the school, and certainly not in this nightmare. "We have the left arm," Takahiro whispered, his

"And her ," Rumiko choked out, pointing toward the frosted glass of the classroom door. Beside her, three other students stood in a

Asuka bolted upright in her bed, gasping for air. Her sheets were soaked with sweat. She checked her phone: "And her ," Rumiko choked out, pointing toward

The door creaked open. Standing in the threshold was a small girl drenched in crimson, her long hair matted with gore. The Red Person. "Found you," the girl chirped. "Run!" Takahiro yelled.

It was the same day as yesterday. And the day before. She looked at her palm and saw a faint, red smudge that wouldn't wash off. The search wasn't over. It was just beginning.

But the humming was right behind her ear. A small, cold hand rested on her shoulder. Asuka turned, looking into eyes that were nothing but hollow pits of red.