Editing The Unexplored Summon Blood Sign:Volume2 Chapter3 (section)

===Investigation Records of a Certain Pair of Twins 03===

When people fall asleep on the last train or on a train that begins deadheading, they go missing and never return. But for some reason, the fact that people are vanishing never ends up in the news.

The rumor had branched off into a number of forms, so some had a less frightening conclusion: a reunion with a forgotten first love, the return of a runaway pet, or the discovery of a lost treasure, but that only made it less credible.

I started to drift off on the train and suddenly woke up to find I was the only one onboard. I was too scared to see if anyone was in the driver’s compartment up front. As I trembled in fear, I blinked and suddenly found myself back on the train full of other passengers. I thought I had just woken up from a dream, but what if I have been wandering through a dream ever since? Or…?

As the planner viewed the scene, he complained into his cellphone: ‘Your huge-ass sign is in the way, so no one can see our advertisement from the station.’ When the construction workers checked the plans back in their office, they all tilted their heads. There shouldn’t have been a giant sign there, so what was this guy seeing?



Meinokawa Higan woke up to someone violently shaking her shoulders. She shrieked when she realized it was a middle-aged worker and not her “sister”.

The man with stubble on his chin just looked annoyed.

“How long are you planning to sleep? I’m amazed those cleaning brushes whirring around outside weren’t enough to wake you. If I hadn’t done one last check through the cars, the shutters would’ve closed and you’d have been trapped on the monorail.”

“Eh, ah!? Um, where’s my sister…?”

“Your sister? Oh, please don’t tell me there’s someone else hiding in here.”

The annoyance in his voice suggested he really knew nothing about that.

Higan shook her heavy head and pulled out the cheap cellphone that matched the one her “sister” had. It was already past ten and both calling and emailing received no response.

“Hey, can you get off the train before messing with your phone? I really want to lock up and get home.”

“O-oh. Sorry.”

“I can’t believe this. Now I have to check back over everything for that sister of yours.”

The worker complained as he left the monorail. Higan started to follow, but she nearly “fell”. Unlike at a station, the switchyard had no platform and thus there was a one meter drop. It was easily overcome if you knew it was there, but it could lead to a broken arm if it caught someone off guard.

The man supported her with surprisingly quick movements.

“Watch out! If there’s an accident here, I might be held responsible. Please give me a break!!”

“S-sorry.”

He was being a little cruel, but from his perspective, Higan was a step away from being a trespasser. No one would want to be responsible for the actions of someone like that.

She moved away from the worker and looked around.

Monorail cars hung down from the parallel rails running along near the ceiling. There were also garage-like shutters and large maintenance equipment. It was a vast space, but it was all indoors and the rain could not get in.

There were a few other men and women in work uniforms, but it was a small number for such a large space. It felt more like they were the few remaining workers rather than the full workforce. They might have been “closing up shop” as it was called.

And there was no sign of a shrine maiden outfit’s noticeable red color scheme.

Higan walked around unsteadily, left the switchyard through a door, and entered a narrow passageway. She felt around as she continued. Finally, she opened a stainless steel door and stepped outside.

She was nearly blinded by the bright decorative lights.

Toy Dream 35 was always filled with colorful lights, but a special event known as the Rainy Screen was underway to keep guests around during the long rain. That was why a “surface” of light burned into her eyes like a movie screen.

“Where did Renge go?”

The girl had not been in the switchyard, but Higan did not know where she had gone. She had no idea what to do, but then an odd sound reached her ears.

“…ga…”

It was strangely scratchy and she did not even realize it was a voice at first.

But…

“Hi…n…”

“Ren…ge?”

As soon as she said that, she heard another sound.

The disturbing sound reminded her of rubber scraping against the rainy road.

“…”

Meinokawa Higan silently turned around.

She did so ever so slowly.

And there she found…