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Nozomi smiled, amused, as she saw a woman dressed as a zombie shaking the gate she was stuck behind. She had to admit that this haunted house was pretty realistic and she had been surprised more than once. Beside her, Hanayo clutched her arm and opened her mouth in a silent scream. If Nozomi was amused by the situation, the younger girl was terrified.
If she hadn't been busy reassuring her, Nozomi would have congratulated herself for choosing a carnival that was known for its haunted house. She could enjoy Hanayo in her arms and clinging to her all evening.