Waltz Fleur became tense. “Senior, do you hear that sound? Is that a woman’s voice?”

Alex Rockefeller nodded his head while he looked somewhere further on the left. “There is more than one.”

“It sounds so miserable. Why would there be the sound of women crying in a shrine like this? Could it be… something that’s not human? What if it’s a female ghost?” Waltz said. Shivering, she hurriedly pressed herself against Alex’s body.

Although it was not the first time seeing something like that, Waltz