In the dimly-lit corridor, countless rooms were tightly shut, devoid of light, with visibility extending only about two meters around.
Ethan Dawn and Penelope Bloom walked together.
The former was tense, while the latter's eyes were solemn.
"This place, what exactly is going on? It was hard enough to reach the second floor, but it feels like we've entered a ghostly corridor where we just keep going in circles..."
Ethan Dawn was shivering slightly.
They had been separated from others and had stepped into what was so-called the second floor, yet they couldn't find their way out, with only the dark environment and one sealed room after another...
Penelope Bloom was the calm one who spoke, "The others are probably in the same situation, and it seems the exit is inside one of the rooms. We'll have to try each one."
Some doors wouldn't budge, while others revealed a variety of things once opened.
The walls, strange paintings, and bandages, pulsating pus bags embedded in the wall...
