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“We don’t have to go inside,” Madoka whispers.

Ruka closes the notebook. She does not cry. She simply looks up at the fading stars. FATAL FRAME Mask of the Lunar Eclipse -NSP--US-...

The gate creaks open. Behind them, the ferry’s horn wails once, then cuts dead. Inside Rogetsu Hall, time is a wound. Corridors loop. Grandfather clocks tick backward. Ghosts flicker like faulty film reels—nurses in bloodstained aprons, orderlies with their faces replaced by Hannya masks, children playing janken (rock-paper-scissors) in the dark. “We don’t have to go inside,” Madoka whispers

Ruka Minazuki stands at the ferry dock, clutching a worn, empty notebook. Beside her, her friend Madoka Tsukimori shivers despite the summer humidity. Neither speaks about the other two: Misaki Asou, who refused to come, and Soya Yomotsuki, who vanished during their original escape ten years ago. She simply looks up at the fading stars