✻ About the Training Ground
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That I was trapped in such a place is all the fault of that disturbing flute. That flute that was kept in our house for generations.
That dark and gloomy night of the new moon, I heard the sound of a flute from the storehouse. A sound not from this world, but the spirit world.
When I opened the door to the storehouse, I saw seven girls with hollow faces playing the flute. Are they playing a trick on me? The girls broke the taboo that no flute shall be played unless it is the night of lunar eclipse. As I grabbed the flutes away, the girls would tremble and fall and do their last breath, holding their faces. Touched by that sound, my soul began to rot away.
Doctor, please burn that flute. Please burn the storehouse. Burn that which eats into a person's soul.