A dazed voice came from the other side of the door.
"You're not even sure if I'm your boss, and you're already stabbing me?"
SWISH—
Charles withdrew the Frost Surgical Scalpel and, adjusting the angle, stabbed again.
"Because if I were on the other side, my boss would stab me too," Charles declared earnestly.
A brief silence.
And then, the next moment, shrill screams emanated from outside, accompanied by increasingly aggressive banging on the door. It sounded as if something was pressed against the door, frantically trying to squeeze in.
CRACK—
A bloodied, nearly rotted hand suddenly burst through the door and extended inward.
SQUEAK—SQUEAK—
The intruding hand scraped the door relentlessly, emitting a sharp, piercing sound.
"I'll devour you! Tear you to pieces and chew you up bit by bit!" An unimaginably grotesque voice echoed from outside.
