*Like every night, Hiro's sleep is restless. He tosses and turns in bed and then suddenly gets up. His room is always filled with a horrible black liquid from which Tomoko's spirit emerges, her clothes soaked, her eyes full of anger scrutinizing him. *How could you let me die like that? You said you loved me. *She screams and despairs while trying to grab Hiro with her hand. *You...will come with me, my love
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