Looking at that impossible deep-sea world outside the window, I knew I had to post this on the forum. Perhaps the netizens could give me some explanation, or at least let me know that I wasn't going crazy.

With trembling fingers, I typed quickly:


"Everyone, the window has changed again. There's a deep sea outside now, literally a deep sea! There are huge fish swimming, and glowing jellyfish too. They're all swimming toward this direction. I'm not lying, these creatures are dozens of meters long, with enormous eyes that are staring at me. What on earth is happening? What should I do now?"

I clicked send and then anxiously waited for replies. Nora continued her "service" behind me, that cold sensation had nearly made my back go numb.

The forum exploded instantly, with replies coming faster than ever before:


"257: Holy crap! Deep sea?! What kind of alternate dimension setting is this?!"

"258: OP, your story is so incredibly well-crafted! I'm starting to believe it!"


"259: No, this description is too real, it doesn't seem made up"

"260: If this is true, OP, you might be experiencing some kind of interdimensional phenomenon!"

"261: I've seen horror movies like this! OP, what you need to do now is absolutely not show any fear!"

"262: Yes, yes, yes! Once you show fear, you're done for!"

"263: OP, quickly check the ceiling! In many horror stories, there are clues on the ceiling!"

"264: Is it some kind of hide-and-seek game? Try hiding?"

"265: Try singing a love song to her! In many Japanese horror stories, music can soothe spirits!"

"266: OP, don't stop updating! We're all following your story!"

"267: If this is made up, OP, you should become a novelist!"

"268: Does anyone know the exact address of Twilight Haven? I want to go check it out!"

"269: Hang in there, OP! Try what the other users suggested!"

Seeing these replies, a glimmer of hope welled up in my heart. Although half of the people still thought I was making up stories, many had begun to believe me, and they offered various suggestions. No matter how absurd these suggestions might be, I was like a drowning person, grasping at any lifeline I could find.

I first followed the netizens' advice and looked up at the ceiling. The ceiling was ordinary white, appearing to have nothing unusual. But when I observed carefully, I noticed some faint water stain marks on the ceiling, forming irregular patterns, as if some liquid had dripped down from above.

"There are water stains on the ceiling, irregular patterns." I quickly updated on the forum.

"270: Water stains? It might be a hint from upstairs!"

"271: OP, try complimenting that girl now!"

"272: Yes! Say something nice to make her happy!"

I decided to try complimenting Nora first. Although I had tried chatting with her before, I hadn't directly complimented her. As a salesperson with years of experience, I know how to say nice things to make customers happy.

"Miss Nora," I tried to make my voice sound sincere, "You're really beautiful, and your skin is lovely. Your technique is also amazing, I've never experienced service like this before."

Nora had absolutely no reaction. Her fingers continued their strange "drawing" work on my back, her breathing remained steady, as if she hadn't heard me at all.

I wasn't giving up, and continued complimenting her:

"Your voice is also very pleasant, very gentle. You must be the most popular employee here, right? The customers must all like you, don't they?"

Still no reaction whatsoever. She was like a precision robot, completely unaffected by external praise or criticism.

I updated on the forum: "Compliments don't work. She has no reaction at all, as if she didn't hear me."

"273: Try singing! In many Japanese legends, music has special powers!"

"274: Sing a love song! 《Tsugaru Strait Winter Scene》!"

"275: If that doesn't work, try closing your eyes and praying!"

Sing? Me, a middle-aged man in his forties, singing in this bizarre situation? But now I have no choice left. I cleared my throat and began to hum the few lines I could remember from "Tsugaru Strait Winter Scene":

"At platform thirteen of Ueno Station..."

My voice was trembling, completely off-key. I've always been tone-deaf, and now being nervous and scared, the sound I produced was simply unbearable. But I persisted and finished the few lyrics I could remember.

Nora still showed no reaction whatsoever.

"Singing didn't work either," I updated dejectedly on the forum.

"276: Try closing your eyes and praying!"

"277: Yes! Pray to the deities!"

I decided to try praying. Although I'm not a particularly devout Buddhist, in this supernatural situation, perhaps the power of religion could help. I closed my eyes, pressed my palms together, and began to pray silently:

"Amitabha Buddha, Goddess of Mercy, please bless me to leave this place safely. If I have done anything wrong, please forgive me..."

Just as I closed my eyes in prayer for the third second, I felt cold fingers touch my eyelids. Nora's hand reached from behind me and forcefully pried open my eyelids.

"Sir, please do not close your eyes during service."

Her voice remained calm, but carried an undeniable authority. Her fingers were very strong, and I couldn't resist at all. When she forcibly opened my eyelids, I felt a fear like never before.

"She... she forcibly pried my eyes open and said I couldn't close my eyes during service. She was very strong, I couldn't resist." I trembled as I updated the forum.

"278: Holy shit! That's so creepy!"

"279: OP's story is so realistic! I'm getting goosebumps!"

"280: Wait, I'm starting to think this is real"

"281: OP quickly check the price list! See if there's been any changes!"

"282: Yes! That extension option! Quick, look at it!"

Price list? Right, I had looked at the price list before, which had prices for various service items. I remember there was an "extension" option, which was grayed out at the time, indicating it couldn't be selected.

I carefully reached out to take the price list that was placed on the table. When I saw what was on it, my blood nearly froze.

That originally gray "extension" option had now turned a bright blood red, with the font slightly flickering, as if it were alive. What was even more terrifying was that the price marked next to it was no longer in yen, but a symbol I couldn't understand at all, and the symbol kept changing and jumping, like some kind of living text.

"The extension option has turned blood red! The price isn't money, it's a strange jumping symbol!" I typed out these words with trembling fingers.

The forum instantly erupted:

"283: Blood red?! Holy shit!"

"284: Jumping symbol? What the hell is that?!"

"285: OP, don't click the extension option no matter what!"

"286: That symbol might be a curse!"

"287：OP, what time is it now? How long until it ends?"

"288：Yes! The time! Check the time quickly!"

Time! That's right, I still have hope! I looked at my watch, it's now 11:39. According to my memory, I booked a one-hour service, starting from 10:45, which means it should end at 11:45.

Only 6 minutes left!

This is my only hope now. Perhaps when the time is up, all this will end, and I'll be able to leave this eerie place.

"Only 6 minutes left! Should end at 11:45!" I excitedly updated on the forum.

"289：Hang in there, OP! Just 6 more minutes!"

"290：Countdown begins!"

"291：We're all praying for you!"

"292：Don't let her notice you're checking the time!"

I began counting down silently. 5 minutes 50 seconds... 5 minutes 40 seconds... each second felt like a century.

Nora was still working behind my back, but I sensed that her "drawing" was nearing its end. Her finger movements became more meticulous, as if she was making final touches.

To avoid arousing her suspicion, I continued trying to talk to her:

"Miss Nora, your service is truly professional. In all my years working in Tokyo, this is the first time I've encountered such thoughtful service."

She didn't respond, but I had to keep talking to distract her attention, while also distracting myself from my anxiety about the time.

"I work in sales at an electronics company, mainly responsible for negotiating contracts with clients. Come to think of it, my job is somewhat similar to yours—we both serve customers."

4 minutes 30 seconds...4 minutes 20 seconds...

"I meet many different types of clients every day. Some are easy to deal with, while others are particularly picky. Just yesterday, there was a client who insisted that our product must be in a specific color that we've never produced before..."

While rambling on about work matters, I was simultaneously updating the countdown on the forum:

"4 minutes!"

"293: Hang in there, OP!"

"294: It's almost over!"

"295: I'm dying of nervousness!"

3 minutes...2 minutes...

Nora's fingers made the final strokes on my back. I could feel she was about to complete that complex "work."

"1 minute 50 seconds!" I updated on the forum.

"296: Almost there, almost there!"

"297: OP, you are a hero!"

"298: Hang in there! Don't give up!"

1 minute...30 seconds...

My heart was beating so fast it almost leaped out of my chest. The second hand on my watch was ticking one by one, each tick pulling at my nerves.

"15 seconds!"

"299: Countdown!"

"300：10...9...8...7..."

"301：6...5...4..."

"302：3...2...1..."

11:45 sharp.

Time's up.

I held my breath, waiting for Nora to announce the end of the service.

But she didn't stop.

Her fingers continued that strange "drawing" work on my back, as if nothing had happened.

"Time's up, but she hasn't stopped!" I frantically typed on the forum.

"303: What?! Time's up and she's not stopping?!"

"304: OP, remind her quickly!"

"305: Tell her time's up!"

I tried to make my voice sound calm: "Um, Miss Nora, it's 11:45 now, the service time should be over, right?"

Nora finally spoke, but what she said made my blood freeze instantly:

"Sir, the spiritual consolation project is not yet complete. The service will continue."

Her voice remained calm, but carried an undeniable determination. What was more terrifying was that I felt her lips against my ear as she spoke, that cold sensation making my entire body tremble.

"She says the service isn't finished and will continue!" I desperately updated the forum.

"306: Holy crap! We're doomed now!"

"307: OP, think of something quick!"

"308: Force your way out!"

Force my way out? I had thought about it, but I didn't dare. The line written in blood clearly stated "Do not make Nora unhappy," and if I forced my way out now, it would definitely upset her. Moreover, judging from how she had forcibly pried open my eyelids earlier, her strength was far greater than I had imagined, and I was no match for her.

I was consumed by despair. Time, my only hope, had also been shattered. I was now like an insect trapped in a spider's web, only able to await my final fate.

The deep-sea scenery outside the window became more active, those gigantic creatures swam closer, and the light they emitted grew brighter. I could even hear sounds similar to flowing water, as if the real deep sea was just outside the window.

Nora's "drawing" work on my back had also entered the most critical stage. Her fingers began making circular motions at a specific point, each circle causing a strange tingling sensation.

"Everyone, I think I might really be done for," my fingers trembled as I typed these words on the forum, "She's drawing the final part on my back. Those creatures outside the window are swimming closer. I don't know what will happen next, but I have a feeling it won't be good. If I can't update anymore, thank you all for keeping me company during this time."

"309: OP don't give up!"

"310: There must still be a way!"

"311: We're all praying for you!"

"312: OP you're the best! Don't give up!"

Looking at these words of encouragement, a wave of warmth surged through my heart. At least in this moment of despair, there were these strangers on the internet who cared about me and worried for me.

But reality remained cruel. Nora's "service" was still continuing, the time had already exceeded the agreed-upon duration, and I had no idea what would happen next.

I could only continue sitting on that cold chair, enduring the strange ritual she was performing behind me, watching the impossible deep-sea world outside the window, waiting for the final judgment of fate.