Beep beep beep beep!
The sound of the timer continued.
Death was approaching.
Death was near, and fear rose in each of the three students in the broadcast room.
Their bodies were drenched in cold sweat, and it was as if they had taken a cold bath. They had goosebumps all over their bodies.
"It's not like that! It's not like that! Dad, Mom, save me!"
"I'm still young. I don't want to die. Please let me go! I'll do anything!"
Chapman and Grant had pleading looks on their faces. The fear of death was written all over their faces.
Meanwhile, Chris was breathing heavily and greedily. Drops of cold sweat flowed into the rotten flesh on her cheeks, sending waves of numbing pain. She reached out to wipe it off and realized that her body was already covered in cold sweat. It was slippery.
