Why is my journey to the world of anime a strange tale of rules?

The thing I encountered back then followed me all the way to my dorm?

The girl trembled slightly upon realizing this possibility, but remained silent, lying there as if she knew nothing.

Hehehehehe—

Laughter came from the side of the ceiling.

Another thing on the bed got up.

The creature's body became even more deformed. It crawled on the wall like a spider, emitting low laughter as it did so.

The bed frame sagged slightly.

Something was stepping on the bed and slowly walking towards me from the foot of the bed.

The small dormitory room became increasingly lively at this moment.

One deformed and twisted thing after another wandered around the room.

Like an absurd nightmare, monsters that should not exist in reality frolicked and jumped around, occupying every corner of the room, and all staring at the only human in the room, at that figure that was out of place in this place.

[Yotsuya-kun?]

Then a voice began to call her name again.

[Seeing Zi-tong?]

The voices that echoed around her kept calling to her.

Why do they know my name?

For a moment, the girl was slightly dazed and subconsciously began to think about this question.

Then she began to notice that the calls sounded somewhat familiar.

Ah, that's right.

How could I have forgotten that voice?

Those were the voices of her classmates, people she had spent every day with, people she knew well, even if their relationship wasn't particularly close.

[Yotsuya-kun?]

Half of Itono Rika's head landed on Miko's chest.

Crimson blood mixed with brain matter bloomed on the girl's neck.

[Seeing Zi-tong?]

Kyoko Ogawa's skinned body crawled on the wall.

The blood-red body crawled along, leaving trails of crimson blood.

【Hello? 】

Chiharu Kobayashi's severed arm fell onto Miko's pillow, along with her mouth, which had been gouged out of her face.

More pieces of shredded meat were scattered on the dormitory floor, on the tables, and everywhere else.

The calls came one after another, never ceasing.

More familiar faces came into view.

More and more familiar faces, now fragmented, appeared in Miko's field of vision.

She saw herself sitting in the classroom, surrounded by familiar classmates.

She saw herself lying in the dark dormitory, surrounded by the corpses and remains of her once-familiar classmates.

They are still calling out to themselves.

It calls out to itself amidst that congealed blood.

It writhed in the darkness, speaking softly as if in a dream, continuing to call out.

Yotsuya-kun?

Yotsuya-kun? Yotsuya-kun?

Yotsuya-kun Yotsuya-kun Yotsuya-kun Yotsuya-kun Hello Miko-kun Yotsuya ...

The calls rose and fell like waves, as if trying to tear apart her entire understanding and spirit.

It all felt like a terrifying nightmare.

So the girl suddenly realized that she might have fallen into a nightmare and had already fallen asleep.

Splash—splash—

Blood-red raindrops suddenly seeped down from the ceiling.

The crimson color instantly flooded the field of vision, engulfing all the twisted remains.

The calling voice vanished without a trace in an instant.

When Jianzi opened her eyes again, she could already see the sunlight streaming into the room from outside the window.

"It's past 7 o'clock, time to get up, Ms. Yotsuya."

Hayasaka Ai, on the next bed, spoke to Miko, her tone as calm and indifferent as when they had met before.

"You're sleeping quite soundly. I thought you might have trouble sleeping. Good job, Yotsuya."

Holding his toothbrush cup, Xiong Mi yawned, leaned against the bathroom door, smiled at Jianzi, and said...

"Yotsuya-kun, get up quickly. We still need to continue investigating this instance today."

Aoyama Nanami had already tidied up her own bed, and when she saw that Miko had woken up, she smiled and said.

Is it already the second day?

Sitting on her bed, Miko Yotsuya's expression faltered slightly.

Just as she had guessed, was that terrifying and bloody bizarre scene merely a nightmare created for her by this instance?

As long as we stay true to ourselves and don't lose ourselves in it, can we safely wake up?

So now I...

Slowly get out of bed.

The girl yawned, looking somewhat dazed, and then walked step by step toward the washroom.

He reached out and opened the bathroom door.

Inside the bright washroom, the small door that served as both a toilet and a shower was half-open, and a faint, muffled sound could be heard coming from inside.

The tightly drawn curtains swayed slightly, but the girl didn't feel any wind blowing in the room.

She reached out and turned on the tap.

slam-la-

Take out a mouthwash cup and fill it with water.

Seeing Zi staring blankly at the water glass in her hand, she then looked up at the mirror in the bathroom.

Looking in the mirror, he saw Kumami, Hayasaka Ai, and Aoyama Nanami standing behind him, watching him intently.

"Yotsuya-kun, what's wrong?"

Were they calling my name?

"Why are you standing still, Yotsuya?"

Why are people calling my name?

"Jianzi? Why haven't you said a word since you got up? Is something wrong?"

Didn't we agree not to call out anyone's name in the instance?

wrong!

No, no, absolutely wrong!

This isn't reality. I haven't woken up yet. I haven't woken up yet.

I am still living in a nightmare.

[Yotsuya-kun?]

The call rang out once again.

Yotsuya Miko suddenly opened her eyes and looked at the mirror in front of her.

The bright light had vanished, replaced by complete darkness.

slam-la-

The tap that was turned on was flowing water continuously.

The bathroom door was opened and then left ajar, as if someone was hiding in the dormitory spying on something.

The curtains were drawn as they had been before I went to bed, but now there seemed to be a faint sound coming from inside them, as if something was trying to climb in through the window.

Standing in front of the sink, Miko simply stared at the mirror in front of her.

Looking at the reflection in the mirror, I saw things standing beside me, behind me, and densely packed all around me.

[Yotsuya-kun]

They opened their mouths together and called out to Jianzi together.

The girl turned around and looked at the empty space behind her, and then at the curtains that were being slowly pulled open by a pale little hand.

Moonlight shone into the dark washroom.

Miko Yotsuya's gaze met that of something perched outside the window.

Is she... a student?

She was wearing the same school uniform she wore during the day, but it was covered in mud and bloodstains.

The joints of his arm were bent to an abnormal degree, and blood was constantly flowing from the numerous wounds.

Half of her head had collapsed, revealing the flattened and cut brain tissue beneath the fractured skull, which swayed like soft tofu as her body trembled.