Outside the house, it was bright.
The sun is out and it's clear.
It's what I felt in that room where the vanity was located, but it's still like daylight.
Outside the mirror, I mean, the world we were in was night, so it looks like time is the only thing inverted as it is between houses.
"Like the guy whose neck was about to be ripped off earlier, I also wondered if he was wandering, but he's not here, is he?"
My sister said.
I'm glad I didn't.
Panic movies are enough to have that kind of zorro.
"So, I went outside, what do you do?
"Check the location of other houses and if there are people"
Copy that.
As I respond, my sister walks out first.
Walk about three steps and stop. Then you turn around on me,
"Here."
I've offered my hand.
"What?"
"Why don't you just run away when you're obsessed?
It's really weird that you can move whenever you feel like it.
For now, it's like in the house, if it's a small place, it looks pretty big here anyway, and it's anti-stray. "
So is my mother, but of all my sisters, how old am I supposed to be?
"I'm already in high school."
"But you're a younger kid than me."
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"With that, who couldn't wait?
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"Hey, kid."
My sister comes to stir it up.
Exactly, embarrassing or something.
I walk out silently without taking my sister's hand.
Then they grabbed my wrist.
"It's still early to overtake my older sister."
That's how I was forced into holding hands.
That's how my sister walks all the way. I get dragged off when I sloppy.
It's like when I was a kid.
"By the way, sister.
Do you know the way?
"It's already been said that the spacing of the house was the same and that there are not that many geographical differences to consider from the position of the sun.
I just said I have confirmation and one more thing I want to make sure of. "
"You sure about that?
"Is there a suicide tower?"
"The Suicide Tower? Why, a suicide tower here?
[White House], this is the stage for the last story to be brought to [Killing Village].
However, this content is not well known for some reason.
Probably because the story is plain compared to the other two.
"Confirmation, do you know the story of the Suicide Tower?
My sister asked.
I answer.
"Once."
The story of the Suicide Tower becomes a minor story in suspicion, urban legend.
It's not very well known.
Here's what the story is about.
The protagonist of [Killing Village] drifted to that place, which at the time was just a tourist destination, scared about his sins and threw himself from the tower to commit suicide.
And then only a little time passes, and people who have been heartbroken by the events of [the White House] are also called in to make them commit suicide.
Suicidal aspirants have come to hear such stories.
Since then, it has become a suicide attraction, one story.
Actually, there was another rumor in this suicide tower.
Originally, it seems that you were whispered more from time immemorial, meaning that the establishment was earlier than the Suicide Tower.
The other rumor was [hidden rumor].
Originally, there were rumors that the top floor of that tower, which was one of the tourist destinations, had become the domain of God connected to different worlds or worshipped in ancient times.
Anything tells me that the top floor is a lookout room, and that the lookout room is connected to a different world somewhere, and its entrance and exit are open randomly, and that the lookout room is inhabited by lonely gods who want to play with them and expose them at random.
They said each of those two stories existed.
What we have in common is that when we're in the observation room, people disappear.
The story of the Suicide Tower is quite minor, but only a few people know this one.
The latter is a story known only to so-called locals.
"If you're basically recreating what's real, it's worth the bet.
The possibility that the Suicide Tower is connected somewhere else, not here.
Maybe we'll go to different worlds, but if we change our perspective, this is the other world. "
"I wonder if it's going to work like that"
When I shrugged, the nearby bush shook back.
My sister stops her leg. I stopped following.
"Oh, there's someone I don't know!!
It was the child who made a little face with such an innocent voice.
"True!
"Oh, I have a sister -!!
followed by such a voice.
After all, it was a child.
Three kids I could see below the age of ten, smiling at Nico this way, approached me.
"Hey, sister. Play!
"Play!
"Hey, sister, you're the new people, right?
I'll show you around. I'll play with you. "
Crowded with straw and sister.
When I look at my sister, I stare lightly at the children.
"You kids here?
Staring at the children, my sister asked.
The voice contains no emotions.
It's as inorganic as automatic audio.
"That's right!
"Go over there and play with me!
"There's a lot of juice and sweets!
Grab my sister's empty other hand, and one of the kids starts pulling around.
"Ah! I'm just holding hands with your brother!!
Zuluizlui!! "
Another kid grabs my wrist and pulls my sister's hand.
Exactly, my sister,
"Okay, okay,"
That's what calmed the kids down.