Terror From the Feast Chapter 368

On typhoon days, heavy rain poured down.

Ibuki Arikura's hand twitched as if he had been electrocuted.

Her eyelashes trembled a few times, her forehead was covered with sweat, and then she suddenly opened her eyes.

It's a huge room with a single bed. Judging from the layout and environment of the room, this is a hotel.

After getting out of bed and walking to the mirror, Ibuki Arikura looked at the person with slightly messy hair in the mirror, and a hint of surprise flashed in his pupils.