" Zenitsu was a friend of a boy with certain peculiar characteristics, Y/n, They both maintained a pleasant friendship that in the eyes of anyone would be defined as normal "
" ...Almost "
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I quickened my pace until I reached him.
The interior was... well, almost the same thing. We are greeted by a dark and silent environment, not at all encouraging. The absence of any kind of voice or noise that would indicate the presence of someone, made it look so empty and quiet that it gave the bleak impression of being abandoned.
It honestly didn't seem to be a sanctuary at all, because, although it had the characteristics of one, it looked more like a refuge or something similar. There was a long table in the center of the room we had entered. The food was still served on the plates. He could tell that he had been there for a while now. It seemed that something had interrupted in the middle of their dinner. It looks creepy...
Without thinking, my eyes searched for Yuragi. He was in front of me, his two-tone gaze carefully inspecting the environment. He looked a little thoughtful. Maybe even nervous.
—Uh... what's... happening? —I ask him.
—Children. Do you see the dining room? There are many dishes, toys lying on the floor, and some doodles on the walls. This appears to be an orphanage. Maybe a religious one...
—Uh... yeah. In... in the doorway there were small pairs of shoes.
His face adopts a restless gesture at the moment of confirming that. .
—... I hope I don't run into them. Already! You go find them.
—¿W-what? But. ...
—They are probably hidden. Stay with them. I'll look for the demons and...
At that moment, I become aware of a faint noise that catches my attention. The first that is not produced by either of us.
—Ah, w-wait, I heard... I think I heard something nearby...
The instant I decide to sharpen my hearing, it stops, abruptly. I couldn't quite figure out what it was.
—A noise? I didn't hear anything. Surely it was just your imagination —You sound very convinced about it. I deny a couple of times.
—No, no, I'm telling the truth. Is...
And I hear it again. This time I managed to distinguish it more clearly, it seemed to be a choked and irregular breathing. A racing heart, frantic beats. I think it's coming from under the table. I point to the location and Yuragi gives me a strange look.
—B-By... there.
Oh God. What if it's a hidden demon? What if he knew from the beginning that we would arrive, and right now he was preparing to attack and kill us?
