But the more you fear something, the more it comes. Ten minutes later, during a new round of self-checks, Watanabe Gou accidentally touched a piece of hard cardboard inside his inner pocket.
The card felt icy cold, as if it had just been taken out of a morgue, and caught off guard, he shivered.
Something like this shouldn't have been on him. The familiar sensation instantly dragged him back to last night, to the old train ticket that Mimura Kaori had been staring at soullessly.
He slowly pulled out his hand, his movements incredibly stiff, and lowered his head slightly. To his astonishment, an old train ticket lay in the palm of his hand.
After seeing the somewhat blurry writing on the ticket's cover, Watanabe Gou's heart completely sank.
Youjian Mountain Station...
That's right, it was Youjian Mountain Station! The ghostly place they had been searching for two days but couldn't find—tonight, it had sent him an invitation, opening its doors wide for him.
