It's definitely not Mr. Fu Jian outside the door!
Mr. Fu Jian would never say such frightening things! Let alone do such cruel things!
Minamoto Tamako widened her eyes, hurriedly covered her mouth, and held her breath, afraid to draw the executioner's attention.
Fujiwara Homare didn't dare to noisily claim that he was the Child of Destiny anymore, fearing that Fushimi Roku might kill him on a whim and silence him, too.
The two of them hugged their knees, hiding in the corner opposite the door crack, holding their breath, trembling with fear.
From the other side of the door came the faint sound of someone wiping a blade, followed by approaching footsteps, murmuring: "Hmm... is anybody there?"
Fujiwara Homare instinctively covered his mouth, holding his breath.
"Moshi moshi?"
The person still hadn't moved, forcefully pushed against the door.