Got Dropped into a Ghost Story, Still Gotta Work

The dark hallway of the fourth floor.

Students stood in a line like mannequins.

I calculated the range of the students' reach beforehand and carefully took a step forward.

'Huu.'

First, I unfolded the carefully tucked-away item from my pocket and wrapped it around my vital areas.

A piece of 'armor' purchased from the alien store.

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The loose packaging snugly settled under my high school uniform from back in the day.

'The Nostalgia Series doesn't heal wounds or remove contamination sustained while active.'

From now on, I needed to be extra cautious.

I moved carefully, ensuring I didn't overlap into the active territory of any of the students.

Since I occupied a smaller area as an individual, navigating alone might actually be safer on the fourth floor.