Tokyo, Taito District, three o'clock in the morning.
This ti is the quietest mont in the city, with almost no figures of pedestrians on the road.
All sorts of things are scattered on the street: empty beer cans, trampled newspapers, plastic bottles, cigarette butts, and vomit.
A group of ostentatiously dressed young people, swaying drunkenly, walked out from the entrance of a nightclub.
"Goodbye, see you tomorrow night..."
"Goodbye, young master Kitahara..."
"Be careful on the road, don't get caught drunk driving..."
After saying goodbye to his companions, Kitahara Takashi, with his arm around his female companion, staggered towards the parking lot.
Under the trash can by the road, a dirty big cat kept sniffing the sll of garbage bags, trying to fill its belly before the fierce crows ca to forage at dawn.
"He, tui—"
A spit was aid at it, and the cat was scared into the flower bed.
"Hahaha..."
Kitahara Takashi laughed heartily.
"That cat is so ugly..." His female companion shook her head and laughed along with him.
The two staggered into the parking lot, ignoring the stacks of advertising flyers wedged into the car's wipers. Kitahara Takashi opened the door and got in, without considering that he was already drunk.
And his female companion didn't mind this either; as soon as she sat in the passenger seat, she was already yawning, eyes drowsy.
Ignition, driving.
"Vroom~"
The expensive sports car shot out of the parking lot and headed toward Asakusa.
The neon signs of the shops on both sides of the street had mostly gone dark, while the lights of a 24-hour convenience store flashed alone, occasionally revealing a solitary vending machine.
The shiny hood of the car reflected the orange-yellow streetlights, with the light and shadows passing by like flashes of fire.
Kitahara Takashi sank into the soft leather seats, with a sowhat sinister expression.
Whiz... Whiz...
He kept staring at the passing lights as if forgetting who he was, where he was, and what he was doing.
"Ah... so annoying!" he shouted loudly.
"Are you thinking about family matters again?" the female companion asked.
Gripping the steering wheel, Kitahara Takashi turned his head to look at her face, "The old man is so biased towards my older brother, how can I not think about it!"
Watching the man's twisted face, the female companion shrank back in fear, turned her head to gaze out the window, seeing her own face heavily made-up reflected back.
"I'm also his son, but why give all the power to my brother..."
Kitahara Takashi slamd the accelerator, seeming to vent his emotions through driving.
The expensive sports car roared fiercely, speeding down the two-lane road illuminated by orange light, with hardly any vehicles passing by.
The car stereo was blasting electronic music at high volu.
The female companion, annoyed by the noise, took out noise-canceling headphones and put them in her ears.
Isolating the noise, she sighed with relief, feeling much better.
...So annoying.
If it weren't for the money, who would want to be with such a playboy?
The female companion silently complained in her heart. Just then, strange noises suddenly echoed in her ears.
"Chatter... screech... caw caw caw..."
Huh?
...What is that?
Is the headset broken?"
The female companion put her hand to her ear, adjusted the noise-canceling mode.
But strangely, the abnormal sound not only didn't disappear but grew louder and more intense, gradually turning into an unnervingly piercing sound, like a wail from the depths of a human throat, chilling to the bone.
"What's going on? What is this..."
Frightened, she imdiately took off the headphones, not caring where, she just tossed them out the window.
Yet, the eerie noise didn't stop.
Mixing with the thundering electronic music, the horrifying cries of "caw caw... ah... oo wah" persisted.
"Takashi, turn the music down!" The female companion covered her ears, her expression frightful.
However, imrsed in the adrenaline rush from speeding, Kitahara Takashi didn't notice anything, keeping one foot firmly on the gas pedal, focusing on the night road illuminated by sodium streetlights, racing with all his might.
In the distance, the Thunder Gate of Asakusa Temple was already in sight.
"Ah ah... ahhhh... ahhh..."
The strange wailing continued, and finally, unable to endure it, the female companion roughly stopped the music with her lacquered long fingers.
Instantly.
Silence fell inside the car, only the engine's roar persisted.
"What are you doing!" Kitahara Takashi, hands on the steering wheel, glared angrily at her.
"Takashi, did you hear any strange sounds just now..." The girl's voice was so hysterical, she startled herself.
"You lunatic!"
Kitahara Takashi cursed, turning back to continue racing.
"You..." Furious, the female companion turned away, staring at her reflection in the car window.
In the dim glass, the face was heavily covered with foundation, ticulously drawn upward eyebrows, dense mascara-coated long lashes, big eyes outlined with eyeliner and shaded with eyeshadow, shiny small lips...
Looking into the overly made-up face, fear suddenly gripped her. When did I turn into this?
At this mont.
Bang, the car bounced from a strong collision.
"Damn, what the hell was that!" Kitahara Takashi slamd the brakes, the sharp inertia sending both of their bodies forward, imdiately halted by the seatbelts, pressing onto their chests. The high-decibel sound of braking rang around as the car skidded sideways and crashed into the roadside greenery.
"What happened just now?"
Sitting in the passenger seat, the female companion panic-strickenly looked at Kitahara Takashi, the seatbelt deeply sunk between her heaving breasts.
"Maybe we hit sothing." Kitahara Takashi replied breathlessly and cursed while unbuckling his seatbelt and opening the car door.
Out of the car, the fresh brake marks, like a large snake, snaked along the asphalt road. At the snake's head, sothing black lay there, twitching slightly.
"Hey, what is it!"
Kitahara Takashi yelled, a piercing chill creeping over him.
"I'm telling you, stop playing dead there, get up..." Emboldened by alcohol, he mumbled as he walked forward, gradually the prone woman's figure beca clearer.
Blood slowly seeped outward, the ruptured body revealing sothing like viscera, sticky and shining in the cool night air. Sothing like ribs pierced through the skin at the side of the abdon, appearing a ghastly white.
"Takashi... what do we do?"
The female companion's face turned pale, lips trembling, her eyeliner-drawn eyes glinted with tears.
"Enough! Stop talking!"
Kitahara Takashi interrupted the female companion impatiently and climbed back into the car.
Starting the car, he leaned his head out, shouted, "Hurry up and get in, are you just going to stand there and wait for the police?"
But just then...
The female corpse on the ground suddenly twisted her limbs and crawled forward.
The female companion's face was overwheld with terror.
Turning back with difficulty, she shouted towards Kitahara Takashi, "Save —"
The next mont, a piercing scream resounded.
In the dim night, a few streaks of crimson blood floated up, transforming into the black spider Hiraki Niro who erged from the car, watching as if enjoying a play, as the two humans, under the extre fear brought by the vengeful spirit, were slowly tortured to death.
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