Summer vacation in my third year of college. A stiflingly hot countryside home. A dark storehouse that must never be entered.
My grandmother keeps muttering the same thing over and over: ‘Mentori-sama is watching.’
But it’s fine because I have my big sister.
A chilling folk-horror tale of blood ties and buried customs begins.
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