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It was the same day as yesterday. And the day before. She looked at her palm and saw a faint, red smudge that wouldn't wash off. The search wasn't over. It was just beginning.

"Five pieces," the Red Person whispered, tilting her head. "But you won't find the last one tonight." The world turned to crimson. It was the same day as yesterday

But the humming was right behind her ear. A small, cold hand rested on her shoulder. Asuka turned, looking into eyes that were nothing but hollow pits of red. The search wasn't over

Asuka tripped, sliding across the floor. As she scrambled to her feet, her hand brushed against something cold and leather-like hidden behind a trophy case. She pulled it back. It was a torso, stitched with jagged black thread. "I found it!" she screamed. "But you won't find the last one tonight

A wet, dragging sound scraped against the linoleum flooring outside. Shhh-clack. Shhh-clack. It was the sound of small, bare feet stepping through a pool of something thick. Then came the humming—a sweet, childlike tune that made the hair on Asuka’s neck stand up.