The overly dark eyes swept across everyone's faces one by one, and that chilling feeling, like hair wrapping around your ankles, instantly climbed up.
The doll laughed bizarrely, its throat sounding like a broken fan, the laughter sharp and fragmented: "Die on the fourth floor, and no one will collect your body."
Josh and the others followed her into the corridor.
There weren't many rooms on either side of the corridor, the doors pitch black, the recessed door frames like bottomless black holes, leading into the abyss.
Josh stared at the door frames, frowning slightly.
Rob leaned in and whispered to Josh: "Little Tactician, don't you think there's something weird about these rooms, it looks like there are words on the door frames and doors..."
Josh nodded slightly: "Yeah."
At first glance, these dark doors seemed like enormous tombstones.
Pushing the door open and walking in was like entering a lifeless grave.
