Between Heaven and Hell のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 117

"J-Junel! What’s going on? What are you doing?" Samantha’s voice cracked as fear tightened its grip on her throat. Her feet stumbled backward as Junel advanced with slow, deliberate steps, his shadow looming larger under the dim light. Samantha’s heart pounded wildly, her eyes flicking between the knife in his trembling hand and his face—blank, emotionless, and eerily pale. His movements were mechanical, devoid of humanity, as if he were a puppet pulled by unseen strings. "C-Cut it out, Junel!" she pleaded, her voice breaking into a desperate groan. "One more step, and I’ll scream! The guards—they’re right outside. I swear, I’ll sue you!" But Junel didn’t stop. His gaze, glassy and unfocused, passed through her as though she weren’t there. He moved with a haunting slowness, each step a deliberate march toward her. Samantha's stomach churned as she realized something was horribly wrong. This wasn’t Junel—at least not the Junel she knew. It was as if a stranger had stepped into his b

The stillness of the Takahashi estate lingered in the air like a suffocating fog, broken only by the hurried footsteps of Anwar and Anthony as they dragged Gerald back inside. The young guard’s face was pale, his wide eyes darting around like a hunted animal. “I… I swear I didn’t mean to wander around,” Gerald stammered. “Something… something pulled me into the garden. I just… got lost.” Takumi’s sharp gaze pierced through him, but he said nothing, gesturing for Anwar and Anthony to continue their investigation. When they reached the surveillance room, the scene before them deepened the mystery. Two guards, barely conscious and bloodied, were slumped against the consoles. Their wounds weren’t life-threatening but told a tale of a brutal struggle. The air in the room was thick with the metallic tang of blood and the faint hum of the untouched monitors. “Junel,” one of the injured guards managed to rasp. “It… it was him. He attacked us out of nowhere… like he was possessed.” Anthon

“H-How is she—”Theresa’s voice wavered, her disbelief evident in the tremble of her words.Tomoya didn’t hesitate. In a swift movement, he stepped between her and Samantha, blocking her view as if shielding something fragile, something that shouldn’t exist.But Theresa was quicker.She sidestepped him, her eyes locking onto Samantha before widening in shock.“D-Did you guys really open a portal…?” she whispered, the color draining from her face.Her words sent a chill through the room.Kathleen tensed beside Samantha, her fingers curling into fists. She darted forward, gripping Theresa’s arm with a careful but firm touch.“Theresa,” Kathleen’s voice was soft but urgent. “Come inside.”There was no resistance. Theresa allowed herself to be pulled in, her eyes never leaving Samantha, as if afraid that if she looked away, she would vanish.Tomoya, still on edge, cast a quick glance over his shoulder before shutting the door. He lingered for a moment, scanning the dimly lit hallway, ensu

"What kind of a sick joke is this?!" Kim's fist slammed against the table, the sound reverberating through the dusky room Her patience had already worn thin, but now, it was crumbling entirely. Her gaze snapped to the man seated beside her, who was flipping lazily through the grimoire—the supposedly cursed artifact that had cost them so much to obtain. The same one Tomoya had handed over through Jess. "We've spent days trying to decipher whatever secrets this book holds," Kim seethed, voice sharp enough to cut through the tension, "and you're telling me that none of this makes sense?!" The man, utterly unfazed by her outburst, merely arched an eyebrow before lazily flipping to the next page. He hadn’t slept a wink since being summoned to assist with some so-called "historical witchcraft discovery," only to find himself drowning in this absolute nonsense. He ran his fingers over the inked text, his expression caught somewhere between amusement and intrigue. "I'm telling you,"