At this time, there were a set of eyes watching Koutarou and the others dash out of room 106.
“Oh, looks like things are getting interesting...”
The voice was a female one, but they couldn't be seen. She was a ghost, but she didn't have a body as clearly visible as Sanae's. She had run out of spiritual energy and was moments away from passing on or disappearing.
“Fufufufufu, with this, I might be able to get revenge on them... fufufufufufu...”
She held a strong sense of hatred for Koutarou and the others. And that strong hate barely managed to keep her in the world of the living.
“It's their fault. That I died... that I can't wear my beautiful clothes... all of it...”
The reason for her hate was an unjustified resentment.
She was one of the ghosts that had been hired by the ghost hunters to attack Sanae. Because of Koutarou's counter attack, all of the other ghosts had passed on, but she alone remained. Her unjustified hate and her obsession with the land of the living overpowered the power that tried to make her pass on. She had ever since waited for Koutarou and the others to show an opening. This too was because of her hatred and obsession.
“I may have failed before... fufufu... but next time I won't... I'll show them...”
She had been the reason for the traffic accident that had broken Yurika's concentration. Her plan was to make Yurika's spell fail, steal the gathered spiritual energy and absorb Sanae. Fortunately, this tragedy was avoided through Yurika's desperate efforts, but that only served to fuel her hate even more.
“Fufufu... If I wait a moment longer, my chance will come... I only have to wait a little longer... fufufufufufufufu”
As the calendar passed the middle of March, the temperature was starting to rise again, but the air around the woman was still freezing cold.