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(Neizo Kuri)
Toshi had a friend who once told him to go to a priest. As he started noticing changes in Toshi—his constant sleepy eyes, his strange behavior, and the disturbing stories he kept telling about a woman so he suggested Toshi to meet a priest at a temple. But Toshi never went.
He died that same night.
That friend was Neizo Kuri.
Neizo was there the night Toshi killed his own family. He and a few friends had gone to check on him, worried about his condition. But when they arrived, something felt wrong.
Then Toshi came out of his room.
Without warning, he started punching his father. Before anyone could react, he grabbed a knife and stabbed his mother. Again and again. He then turned and killed the other two friends.
Neizo survived.
He hid under a table, frozen in fear.
From there, he saw everything.
Toshi was smiling like a maniac, his hands covered in blood, repeatedly stabbing his mother. The sound… the blood… the madness… it wouldn't stop.
And then suddenly—
Toshi stopped.
His expression broke.
"…Mom? Mom…!"
The police arrived and arrested him. He was declared mentally unstable.
A few days later, Toshi was found dead.
His head had been smashed against the wall of the room he was kept in.
Neizo knew the truth.
It wasn't Toshi.
It was the woman Toshi kept talking about.
Neizo was deeply traumatized by that incident. It took him a long time, but slowly, he began to recover.
Two years later, he was living in Tokyo, attending college. His life was finally starting to return to normal. The nightmares were fading. The memories were becoming distant.
Peace.
Or at least… something close to it.
Until one evening when he had a strange day .. at his college and after reaching his apartment..
He noticed something.
A new neighbor had moved into his apartment.
A beautiful woman.
But something about her felt wrong.
Every time they crossed paths—on the stairs, in the hallway—she would stare at him.
Silently.
Unnaturally.
And she always had the same strange smile.
Neizo couldn't shake the feeling.
That woman…
She knew him.