On the granite floor, pools of blood formed. Bits of flesh decorated the tiles and severed body parts aroused nausea in everyone who saw the scene.
The corpses of Claire, Fourth P and Mat laid astray. Noel huffed and raised his arms while the others who were still alive hid behind him.
A group of people stood in the darkness before them, their hands died in red and slimy liquid. Noel raised his head to see more figures appearing. He reacted too late and has failed to get everyone out of the room in time.
As a result, while the others ran out at his command, Fourth P who just came in, Claire and Mat were dragged out by those random people who just appeared, and slaughtered.
Noel couldn't help them, so he focused his attention on the others, but when they ran to the plaza, a bunch of ghosts hungrily waited for them. They were cornered. Behind them were the ghosts, in front of them were those strange people.
