It wasn't water.
Suddenly something fell on top of her head. It wasn't heavy and it wasn't completely solid either. It was weightless and a lot like water. another drop followed and the supposed water droplet trailed down her face. She reached up to touch it and when she retreated her hand, she found it to be red.
It wasn't water.
Ayami's heart seemed to have once again skipped a few beats in horror as her head instinctually turned to look up.
There, on top of her was Akira—floating in midair with blood dripping down from every one of his orifices.
Ayami screamed as she scrambled away, grabbing the blanket to cover herself as she ran towards the kitchen and grabbed a knife for herself.
"Don't you dare come any closer!" She threatened a ghost.
It was dumb.
It was thoughtless and pointless, but that did not seem to strike her mind.
"Or what? Will you kill me again?" The man appeared and it was right behind her.