Thud—
Thud thud—
A dull knocking sound came from the wall.
Minamoto Tamako lifted her head and, through the rabbit headgear, she could see the corpse of the dog-headed man lying still on the ground.
The broadcast continued to count down, beeping above her head as time ticked away by the second. Her fingers trembled in rhythm with the knocking from the wall.
Long, short, short...
Short, long...
Long, long, short...
Minamoto Tamako realized it was Morse code, and someone next door was trying to send her a message.
—"DOG"
Her gaze landed once more on the dog-headed man's corpse. Even though grief surged in her heart, driven by the desire to survive, her mind uncontrollably began to think...
Why wasn't the dog man killed by the steel pillar?
Minamoto Tamako turned her head to look at the remains of the pig-headed uncle, the body chopped into pieces, the headgear barely intact, with facial skin tissue still hanging on the chair.
