At a glance, he felt an inexplicable chill run down his spine. It was eerie.
Gong Fan stood in the hall in a daze, but he didn't dare to speak. He gently took a step forward, and when his shoes struck the ground, the sound echoed in the space.
He didn't dare take the elevator, but apart from that method, it seemed the only other choice was the stairs. He didn't know why he was compelled to go upstairs, but his intuition led him on, it was as if something was attracting him. He didn't know if this intuition was a good or bad thing.
Gong Fan deliberated, unable to decide if he should walk up. He lightened his footsteps and quietly walked to the stairwell entrance, but he was a little hesitant. He wondered what exactly was waiting for him.
