Lance confidently walked into the room, casually reaching out to flick on the light switch.
This room had a different ambiance compared to the previous ones.
It felt more like a library, with bookshelves lined with dusty volumes, a wooden desk, and various furnishings that hinted at a scholarly atmosphere.
Lance leisurely explored the room, scanning its contents for anything of significance. However, his search yielded nothing of note.
His attention was eventually drawn to a bookcase along one wall.
Among the layers of dusty tomes, one book stood out – not because of its content, but due to its conspicuous absence of pages.
It sat there like a hollowed-out relic.
As Lance considered whether the book was important, piercing screams echoed through the building.
"AHHHH! WHAT THE!!!!"
Followed by a flurry of hurried footsteps directly above his head.
The supernatural being had commenced its killing.
