[ Flat on his back, En almost balks at the contact— but he doesn't have much time to do so, since the ghost behind them is getting angrier by the second.
She stamps her feet, strangely childish despite the fact that the air grows colder and a thick fog starts to curl from under the tatami: like a plague or a pestilence. ]
"It's not fair...! Why does Big Sister get to have friends? You're sick too, aren't you?"
[ The little ghost stomps again, and the walls seem to shake. ]
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She stamps her feet, strangely childish despite the fact that the air grows colder and a thick fog starts to curl from under the tatami: like a plague or a pestilence. ]
"It's not fair...! Why does Big Sister get to have friends? You're sick too, aren't you?"
[ The little ghost stomps again, and the walls seem to shake. ]
"He'll hate you too! Everyone will!"