Love Is The Most Twisted Curse | Suguru Geto

Chapter 54: The Thread of Memory

There isn't a soul in sight where she is present. It's peculiar. Perhaps the busiest spot in the city, she is standing in front of the well-known Shibuya crossing. Sayuri searches for any indication, any sound, or any living soul. However, nothing exists. Is she dreaming? She pinched herself. Nope. Not a dream.

Her breathing is sluggish. Relax. Perhaps it's simply a domain of some curse. Approaching the station, she strolls. Perhaps it's merely a practical joke. Why is she in Shibuya, though? She cannot recall.
She walks inside the station steadily and slowly. The place is really dark. Perhaps there was a power outage. Somewhere there's a burning smell. Sayuri grips her senses even tighter. This place might have curses. She must concentrate.

She nearly trips over something. She glances down and is shocked to see someone's arm partially covered in blood. It is not a part of the main body. The sickening sensation struck out of nowhere. She firmly places her hand in her mouth. Her whole body is trembling. What precisely took place here?

As she continues, she finds hundreds, perhaps even thousands, of dead bodies—some disfigured, others burned alive, and some disassembled. A train mishap?

However, there are a lot of cursed residuals present. This place has seen a battle. But who took these innocent lives? Who eliminated every one of these non-sorcerers? Sayuri thinks about the prospect. No way. This is not a step he would take.

Her entire body abruptly freezes by the person standing behind her. The feeling. The aura. It is oppressive.

"Long time no see." His powerful voice echoes in the deserted station.

Sayuri turns to face him carefully. In front of her stands a shadow of Suguru Getou. She was unable to see him clearly.

"Did- Did you do this?"

Sayuri was expecting him to respond with a yes, no, or something, but all he does is chuckle. The kind of chuckle that would give anyone goosebumps.

"You are so naive."

Sayuri was still unsure about whether or not she was dreaming.

"It was you."

Sayuri listens to his voice. She's surprised by his response.

"What?"

"Whatever happened here is completely your fault." He took great care to pronounce every syllable.

Sayuri slipped on something. On someone's blood, perhaps? She found herself standing on top of a mound of dead bodies before she could even get herself to calm down. She was no longer able to see Suguru.

"It's your fault."

"Happy Halloween."

"It's your fault."

"Should we go to Shibuya tonight?"

"It's your fault."

"Yeah it'll be fun."

There are persistent whispering audible. She soon learns that the mound of corpses she is standing on is the source of the whisper. She is soaring, rising, into complete blackness. Sayuri covered her ears since she was at her breaking point. Her head hurts so much it seems like it might explode.

"This may be a good night for me. However, it's almost time for you to awaken."

Sayuri takes her palms out of her ear. That voice. Her best friend owns that particular voice. It's Satoru. Just as she was beginning to feel some light, her face strikes something. It's not a bird, despite her belief that it was. She was hit by a little diary that had come crashing down.