The Blue Hour

The background and setting of this work are entirely fictional, and any real people, places, companies, organizations, and so on that appear in the story have nothing to do with reality.

This work contains material such as terrorism and human experimentation, and may include depictions that differ from personal preferences or may be unpleasant.

'Whoever enters here, abandon all hope—'

An abandoned hotel where disappearances have continued for 40 years.

As a detective, Ray searches the place with his partner in order to find a missing boy.

But in an abnormally vast basement, they are suddenly attacked by grotesque monsters.

For some reason, they also cannot find the exit.

Then, after his partner disappears without a trace, Ray is left alone.

While fleeing the monsters, he enters a suspicious research facility connected to the basement.

Even there, a monster with an entirely black, scale-covered body keeps pursuing him with particular obsession...

***

"Good. From now on, I’m going to do something crazy. I’d like you to know that I’m not usually this kind of person."

As Ray slowly brings his hand to Surf’s neck, Surf narrows his eyes.

He raises his hand and covers Ray’s hand, guiding it so the palm can press against his throat.

"...Surf."

Surf, looking down at him, slowly curls his hand. As their bodies press together without a gap, pressure is already building.

His heavy, cold fingers lightly press against the nape of Ray’s neck. Ray looks up at Surf, his tense fingertips tingling.

The eyes staring at Ray’s neck turn toward him.

"Surf?"

"Right. Surf. I’ll call you Surf."

At Ray’s answer, Surf’s eyes narrow as if smiling. Ripples flow through his mind like waves.

[And you?]

Ray could not hear what Surf had just said. But even without hearing it, he could understand what it meant.

"Ray."