Outside, the rain stopped. Mira’s laptop clock froze at 11:59 PM.
From behind the little shimeji, the wallpaper—a peaceful fanart of the school’s bathroom—began to distort. The tiles warped. The window behind Hanako’s ghostly silhouette stretched into a long, dark hallway. And then, stepping out of the wallpaper as casually as walking through a door, came another Hanako. hanako kun shimeji
The tiny shimeji turned and bowed to him. Outside, the rain stopped
