Emily stood on the path where she had died over and over again.

Before her lay an open view of grass, with a single tiled path cutting through it.

Soon, that grotesque woman with long hair would appear.

Emily clasped her trembling hands together, holding her ground.

Ken will definitely help me... Ken will definitely help me...

Until now, she had been brutally killed every time, but this time was different.

A reliable ally was watching over her.

With that thought in mind, Emily stood still, waiting for her enemy to arrive.

Meanwhile, two people watched her from the bushes …