Haunted Dormitory: From the Start, I Got an Electromagnetic Railgun

Beneath the pitch-black, bitter night sky, a hospital stood alone, its corridors strewn with severed limbs and mangled bodies. Bright red blood squirmed across the floor.

Holding the Book of Life and Death in my left hand and the Judge's Brush in my right, I quietly urged the orange cat beside me, “Big Orange, could you keep it down?”

“What?” A cat wearing a beret, with a red scarf over its shoulder, a Gatling gun in its paw, and a special cigar in its mouth, turned to look at me in puzzlement.

Seeing this, I could only rub the bridge of my nose helplessly and think that Ruolan was still the best.

Ruolan was dressed in green, her long hair falling over her shoulders, her graceful steps exuding an elegance all her own. If only I could ignore the food box she held high and the corpses beneath her feet.

As expected, not one of them was normal.