After the video of the last episode of the series is played, the ending song echoes in the bedroom on TV, and the woman has a wooden face, under thick dark circles, and her blank eyes are staring at the wall clock.

Eight o'clock in the morning.

Days of insomnia tormented the woman's slender nerves, and she was stunned for a while, and her brain finally turned.

There was a feeling of hunger in his stomach, and he reached out and grabbed a bag of ready-to-open food beside him, but it was already empty, and when he looked down, the food he bought was exhausted.

Food bags were scattered on the floor and on the bed.

I was stunned for a while...

He got up from the bed slowly, staggered to his feet, opened his closet, and changed into the skirt he usually wears.

Sleepwalking generally to the bedroom to the entrance, the moment the door is opened, the dazzling sunlight illuminates the dim room, subconsciously stretching out his hand to block in front of his eyes, under the stimulation of the light, tears roll out of the dry eyes.

As if in a different world, the woman put on pointed high-heeled leather shoes, and when she was about to go out, her eyes swept to the framed mirror hanging in the entrance, and she looked stunned.

The woman in the mirror, with her hair disheveled, her face was pale with fright, bloodless, and her delicate face disappeared, like a female ghost from somewhere...

With a scream, the woman ran away with her head in her hands and rushed into the bathroom.

After a while, the woman who had finished grooming, although her face was still pale, but the reluctant smile on the corner of her mouth, the suspicious eyes, and the neurotic hysteria remained.

Walking on the street in a hurry, the morning sunlight is still very gentle, and the woman who does not feel the warmth at all deliberately avoids passers-by and walks alone on the way to the supermarket.

She...

Afraid of the world.

Even if the sun is just right and the sun is shining, it can't stop the shadows that are quietly rising in her heart.

She was afraid of being retaliated against by that man.

Even if she was sure she had killed him with her own hands.

After that day, everything changed.

What happened to the TV station changed her previous outlook on life.

Death is not the end.

"The Netherworld Infernal Hell, in front of the Enma, your sins, word by word, are recorded correctly..."

"If you should pay it back, you naturally have to pay it back..."

The witch had said that to her.

I wanted to question and refute, but when the figure of her dead husband did appear in her eyes, she was speechless...

Fake!

It's all fake!

It must have been the shrine maiden who did it!

Right!

Hypnosis!

Hallucination!

When a man dies, he dies!

It's impossible to turn into a ghost and reappear!

More than once, she had suggested to herself like this.

But it seems, there is no effect.

Every time I wake up from a nightmare covered in cold sweat, until I dare not fall asleep, it turns into severe insomnia, and the whole person becomes more and more depressed...

Then I cried until my voice was hoarse and I wanted to ask for help, but I didn't know what to do.

Or, turn yourself in?

Occasionally, such a thought would arise in my mind, but then I would reject it.

She didn't have the courage to bear the price of turning herself in.

Even at this point, she doesn't want her life to be completely finished.

What if...

What if, things get better...

I have money, a lot of money, and when the time comes, it will be enough for me to live incognito and spend the rest of my life quietly...

Panic and anxiety, she hid in her own world, carefully observing...

In the supermarket, she avoided others, quickly and nervously selected food, and then pushed the shopping cart to the cash register.

The bright voice of the young lady behind the counter sounded.

"Thank you for your patronage, altogether...."

The voice suddenly froze, looking at her, her eyes were full of indescribable feelings, doubts? Astound? Curious? And also...

Abhor!

With a sudden chill all over her body, she stood on the spot, handed over the banknotes, and stiffly stayed in mid-air.

"Ami?"

When the name came out of the mouth of a stranger, even the increasingly hot weather could not make her feel the slightest warmth.

Suddenly, a huge panic of despair appeared in the eyes...

The TV program was broadcast, and the TV station ignored her warnings, did not put a mosaic, and exposed her appearance.

Ami looked at Miss Cashier, a forced smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.

Even if he was stabbed by that kind of unclear eyes, he couldn't breathe, but he still said strongly and slowly: "Can you hurry up with trouble, and, I'm sorry, you recognized the wrong person." ”

"Is that so?" Miss cashier looked at Ami suspiciously, apologized in her mouth, and said the amount.

Everything was counted and bagged, and the change was retrieved, and Ami carried the bag and fled with a quick pace.

Walking on the street, Ami lowered her head, and the gaze of the occasional pedestrian began to become inexplicable...

In a trance, it was as if walking on a path to hell, and the surrounding scenery turned into a terrifying and strange picture, one after another the devil passed by Ami...

Whenever Ami walked by, those devils seemed to stop and look at Ami's back, whispering and talking.

"Look, it's the woman who forced her husband to death."

"Not only that, but she also killed her lover."

"I heard that it was a dismemberment, it's really cruel."

"So, where did the corpse go? It can't be eaten by her, right? ”

"Hahaha, you're disgusting."

"What a terrible woman, could she have really eaten it?"

"Vicious woman!"

"Terrible woman!"

"Cheap woman!"

"Cheating woman!"

"Mean woman!"

"Hahaha, you really deserve to be like this!"

"If you don't behave, you deserve it!"

"Deserved~deserved~deserved~deserved~deserved~deserved~deserved~deserved~"

Behind him, under the terrible gaze, Ami first sped up her pace and ran involuntarily, the high-heeled leather shoes were not suitable for running, I don't know when they fell, and her feet wrapped in flesh-colored stockings stepped on the ground, Ami didn't feel anything, she only knew that she was running, running, running, running desperately, moving forward desperately, ignoring the surprised sight of the pedestrians around her, on this hellish path, Ami just wanted to run to the end.

It's almost ...

Soon!

I'm going home soon!

In that impression, the most familiar and safe place!

It's here!

Just past this corner!

Yami, who stumbled, involuntarily showed joy on her face, and the appearance of home appeared in her eyes...

For a moment, it seemed like a century away...

Ami stumbled and stood on the spot...

In front of me, the warm home of the past is the same as yesterday...

And what is different from this warmth is the surrounding scenery...

At the end of hell, countless devils blocked in front of her house, carrying terrifying weapons, and when Ami appeared, she turned her head with a brush, and her scarlet eyes were full of indescribable greedy desire, staring at Ami plainly and passionately.

The next moment, I don't know which devil shouted hoarsely in a scalp-tinging voice.

"It's Miss Ami! Miss Ami is back! ”

Immediately after, a large group of demons rushed up, brandishing weapons and screaming wildly.

"Miss Ami! Did you kill you, sir!? ”

"Miss Ami! What do you think about this!? ”

"Miss Ami! I'm a reporter for Fuji TV News! ”

"Miss Ami! ....”

"Miss Ami! ....”

"Miss Yame! ....”

Silent eyes, staring at this magnificent scene, in a trance, the gates of hell slowly opened in front of my eyes...

The corners of Yami's mouth showed a poignant nervous smile...