Chapter 67: Found at the Edge of Despair
Maybe...It really is a ghost?
The closer I got, the clearer the sobbing became.
The sound was so mournful and sorrowful, it was hard to believe that it was being produced by a human.
It was almost like the ghost had become the embodiment of sorrow.
Moreover, in a mansion on a cold November night when the harsh winter begins, the notion of a [lone weeping woman] was unimaginably eerie.
Even if it wasn’t threatening, I didn’t let my guard down.
Goosebumps rose on my skin, and a chill crept up my back.
Standing on tiptoes, I stealthily moved until I reached the door of the room from where the sounds echoed.
“Ah... uh-ah....”
Amidst the sobbing, I could hear a murmuring sound.
It was a mumbling I had heard in a previous life.