For the haunted house attraction, there was no need to line up, but only four people were allowed to enter at a time.
"Then we'll go first!"
A piece of floating clothing spoke up to Yaoyorozu. It was Toru Hagakure.
After some discussion and regrouping, it was finally decided that Mina, Asui, Jiro, and Toru Hagakure would enter first. The second group would be Igarashi Masata, Yaoyorozu, and Cha Cha. This arrangement was the result of careful negotiation—after all, no one wanted to be an awkward third wheel.
She wasn't noticed at all earlier… what a terrifying ability!
(Of course, this was actually because the author forgot.)
After the first group entered, Masata took the time to carefully observe the haunted house.
He had to admit that, at least in terms of appearance, the amusement park had put in real effort.
The entrance to the haunted house was shaped like a ferocious ghost's face, with green skin and sharp, protruding fangs. The doorway itself was the gaping mouth of the monster, dark and blood-red inside. Its eyes glowed faintly with an eerie red light, sending chills down the spine.
Seeing Cha Cha wearing an expression of pure excitement, Masata couldn't help but mentally complain about what was going on with girls these days.
In contrast, Yaoyorozu looked visibly uneasy. She hugged her arms tightly, as if she suddenly felt cold.
"Um… can I go in with you later?"
A gentle, pleasant voice suddenly came from behind them.
Turning around, Masata saw a lovely girl with beige-blonde hair standing shyly behind them. She was wearing a JK uniform, her posture modest and her presence soft.
Her hair was tied into two round buns, and when she smiled slightly, a pair of small tiger teeth peeked out.
Masata was momentarily stunned, but having seen plenty of unusual situations before, he quickly recovered and responded politely.
"Of course. We actually still have space—we're only three people."
Since they were following the rules anyway, Yaoyorozu and Cha Cha had no objections. The girl didn't look dangerous, and there was no reason to refuse her.
About ten minutes later, the first group emerged from the haunted house.
"That was terrifying! My heart almost jumped out of my chest~!"
Toru Hagakure's clothes fluttered wildly as if her entire body was still trembling.
To be honest, seeing an empty outfit floating in midair while speaking was probably scarier than the haunted house itself.
"Even though I know all the ghosts inside are just staff members," Asui said calmly, "it still made me feel a little unsettled."
Listening to their descriptions only made Yaoyorozu more nervous. She tightly grabbed Masata's arm, clearly wishing she could stay outside forever.
"Don't worry," Masata said. "It can't be that scary. Worst case, just close your eyes and I'll drag you through."
Since they were already here, retreating now wasn't an option. Under the combined encouragement—and dragging—of Masata and Cha Cha, Yaoyorozu was pulled into the haunted house.
The moment they stepped inside, the lighting suddenly dimmed, as if they had entered a terrifying underworld.
Dark red lights flickered faintly through the corridors. Cold air blasted down from hidden vents in the ceiling, enhancing the sense of immersion. From time to time, chilling gusts brushed past their ears, producing eerie whistling sounds.
From an environmental design perspective, the haunted house was extremely well done.
However—
"Whoa! This lighting setup is really well hidden!"
"What kind of material is this floor? It's so soft—almost like a trampoline!"
"Hey, that hanged ghost's tongue is crooked! It's supposed to hang straight down!"
Cha Cha, who had been nervous at first, was quickly overtaken by curiosity. She kept asking questions nonstop, completely shattering the horror atmosphere.
As a result, the group walking through the passage felt absolutely no fear at all.
Yaoyorozu also relaxed, grabbing onto Cha Cha's arm for comfort. The timid appearance she had earlier completely disappeared.
Along the way, several staff members dressed as ghosts and werewolves tried to jump out and scare them. Unfortunately, every attempt was instantly spotted by Cha Cha's sharp eyes, earning her yet another increase in Yaoyorozu's admiration.
Without any real sense of fear, the haunted house quickly became boring. Cha Cha and Yaoyorozu subconsciously picked up the pace, eager to exit as soon as possible.
Masata was just about to follow when he felt someone tug at the corner of his clothes.
He turned around and saw the JK girl who had joined them earlier.
"Well… you're Igarashi, right? From U.A. High School?"
She looked up at him innocently as she spoke.
Am I really that famous now? Masata thought narcissistically. Even random girls can recognize me? U.A.'s influence really is terrifying.
Clearing his throat, Masata replied with confidence.
"Yes, I'm Igarashi Masata. But let me say this first—I didn't bring a pen for autographs."
He had already labeled the girl as a fan.
Hearing his words, the JK girl's cheeks instantly flushed red.
"M-My name is… Himiko Toga!"
As she finished introducing herself, she suddenly threw herself forward.
"Uh—could you step back a little?"
Masata froze, his hands instinctively raised into the air. He had known this blonde girl for less than five minutes, and now she was hugging him out of nowhere. What was he supposed to do?
However, Himiko Toga completely ignored his reaction and continued speaking excitedly.
"You can release magma, right? That deep red color—it's almost the same as blood! I love it so much when I see it!"
As she spoke, Himiko buried her face against Masata's neck, sniffing deeply. Her nails lightly scratched his back, making him feel uncomfortably itchy.
Is my charm really this strong?
No, no—this must be one of life's illusions.
Masata felt increasingly uneasy. The girl in front of him, who seemed far too interested in him, was clearly strange.
"What are you doing? Why are you lagging behind?"
Yaoyorozu's voice soon came from ahead.
Masata immediately focused his attention on a nearby prop inside the haunted house, pretending nothing was happening. If Yaoyorozu found out what was going on, he was certain today would end very badly.
Meanwhile, Himiko stayed where she was, holding onto Masata's clothes. She buried her face into the fabric, sniffing repeatedly, as if trying to memorize his scent.
Her small tiger teeth stood out beneath her dazed, almost foolish smile.
"Masata… I really, really like you after seeing you in action~!"