Snippet #1518142

Akane took two steps towards the door, watching each one carefully as she did so.
Kirie was an insanely hostile ghost… And getting into confrontations with her was never the best of ideas. Even though all of them were already dead, had been a long time, there was still a sense of hostility whenever Kirie’s presence was near.

Trust was also rare in itself there, but not for Akane. She loved Azami!
Oh, and how wonderful it was when her sister’s spirit had summoned back in the doll her father had created. Insane, he was, and he’d been driven absolutely mad just before his death.
Yes, she had killed him; but it was for the best. Her safety, Azami’s safety, and in a way his safety.

Her head then turned suddenly, responding to a hand placed on her shoulder.

“Azami…”
She raised her hand, taking that of her sisters. The only thing her ears turned to next was the slight creak that was made when she brought Azami’s hand down. Akane let go.

Turning back to the door, a step was all it took to take her lingering ghost and place it into another rotting room of the Himuro Household.

The Kimono Room.

No, it didn’t inspire her much at the thought of running into Ayoko.
And my father said I was crazy! He should take a look at that child. Shaking her head at the thought, almost with slight amusement, her eyes looked to the ground.

Already Azami was carrying herself to almost the middle of the room, dragging Akane’s hand to come with her.

“Let’s go to the Atrium, Azami…”
The Atrium would be host to Sae, at most.
Sae hated her. Sae hated Azami.
Akane didn’t actually care to know the exact reason; but again, confrontations were not wished for.
If Sae came up while they were there, she would just go back to the Doll Room before her temper could spark.

Yes, that’s what they would do. She had patience. She could wait to play around with the ‘guests’ later.