Four students were talking as they arrived at the infirmary door.
The wooden door creaked open, revealing a room cluttered with all sorts of junk and garbage, saturated with the stench of mildew and decay.
"It reeks in here."
Shimazaki covered his nose, casually snapping a few photos with his camera.
He glanced around but didn't find any anatomical models in the infirmary.
"Ugh, not even one of those models here."
Without the model, another mystery of the old school building seemed ready to collapse under scrutiny.
However, the students did notice a rusty iron cabinet tucked away in the corner of the room.
Judging by its appearance, it looked old – likely an old storage locker once used by the school nurse to hang her white coat or clothing.
Given its state of corrosion, whether or not it could even be opened was questionable,
"So, this must be the last one, right? The woman in the cabinet?"
"Seems like it. This infirmary doesn't seem to have any other cabinet like this."
