Yoshio can claim it was a ‘simple murder’ as loud as he likes, I know it was a ghost and not a person who did it.” “As if any one of us would murder a comrade in such a manner. Tomoyo’s throat was torn out! There was a fox’s paw print in her spilled blood, wasn’t there? That’s proof enough.” “Does anyone still believe Jun slipped to his death? There’s no way a skilled man could misstep like that. The ghost must have pushed him down.” “Hey Asuka, would it bother you if I moved into your room for a while? I feel nervous staying alone in my room. I keep hearing odd noises.” The interesting thing was, Sanae reflected as she crept invisibly along the shinobi stronghold’s hallways, she hadn’t murdered anyone. The old woman Tomoyo had died of natural causes. Sanae had gotten there first because she’d felt a life spark go out. It had been easy to inflict a throat wound to make it look like sinister work.
