The Angel's Choice

Creak――…

The unpleasant sound of metal bending, like something that might come from a rusted hinge left neglected for a long time.

Han Yeon-a opened her eyes at the unpleasant sound coming from somewhere.

"…Huh?"

She looked around, but no one had entered through the chapel door.

In the first place, the chapel door was well maintained, so there was no way it could make such an unpleasant sound.

"Did I… hear that wrong…?"

Creeeak――…

"Eek…!"

As though in response, another spine-chilling sound rang out alongside a mutter...