She took a step back, pressing herself tightly against the rear wall of the elevator.
But the box still touched her, leaning against her arm.
This strange "distortion" seemed to display heightened aggression towards her, writhing in her direction as soon as it entered.
That cold sensation raced up her arm and pierced her crown, a strong sense of panic exploding from within her depths.
Another distortion!
There could be 3 or perhaps 4 distortions, crowding in the cramped elevator.
With this box entering, the space was almost completely filled.
Feng Ling continued to focus her mind and remain calm, holding her breath, closing her eyes, and beginning to play dead.
"I didn't see it, I didn't see anything, I saw nothing at all."
But for some reason, the elevator stopped where it was, not continuing downward. The security guard also stood inside, dumbfounded, not pressing any buttons randomly.
As if gaze after gaze was being cast upon her.
