Ring

"It's not for real, right? Right?"

Asakawa couldn't respond. He merely shook his head. Then he was filled with tenderness for the ones who now shared his fate.

Those who have viewed these images are fated to die at this exact hour one week from now. If you do not wish to die, you must follow these instructions exactly. ..

Now's the time to turn back, they seemed to be telling him, leering.

ow's the time to turn back, they seemed to be telling him, leering.

In the glass an ice cube cracked. As if spurred by the sound, without stopping to think, Tomoko spun around.

No matter how easy a job was physically, if it didn't involve any imagination, it usually ended up exhausting you.

A woman’s resentment toward the masses who had hounded her father and mother to their deaths and the smallpox virus’s resentment toward the human ingenuity that had driven it to the brink of extinction had fused together in the body of a singular person named Sadako Yamamura, and had reappeared in the world in an unexpected, unimagined form.

First of all, we didn’t really figure out the charm—the way to escape death. Sadako didn’t want her bones to be found and laid to rest with an appropriate memorial service. She wanted something entirely different. What? What is it? And why am I still alive like this if we didn’t figure out the charm? What does that mean? Tell me that! Why did only I survive?

Just before he slipped into the void, Ryuji realized he wouldn’t be saved, and he remembered to wish with all his might that he could teach that asshole Asakawa the secret of the videotape.

The receiver fell, but he didn’t care; he just stared at his face in the mirror. Somebody else was reflected there. The cheeks were yellowish, dried and cracked, and hair was falling out in clumps to reveal brown scabs.