Mark's face twisted into a cold sneer as he suddenly lifted his foot. Like he was kicking a filthy, grimy soccer ball, he forcefully punted those three horrifying severed heads aside and spat out a few icy words: "If you're dead, stop being an eyesore. Get lost!"
At that moment, a crackling electric sound filled the room and the live stream simultaneously. The noise was like countless tiny bugs crawling near their ears, sending shivers down one's spine. Soon after, that chillingly cold voice, as if it could freeze one's soul, floated into the space once again:
"Congratulations to you both for passing the first trial. Now, you have one minute to decide whether to stay here and face death or proceed into the next room. Make your choice."
