Everyone was staring, terrified, at the phantom floating in the air.
They never imagined that something like a ghost would suddenly appear at this time.
And it could even talk.
The gold chain-wearing man, who had been so aggressive just moments ago, declaring that he wanted to have a blast before he died, sat on the ground, continuously moving backward.
With a loud crash, he bumped into a shelf behind him, stopping his movements.
The nurses on the other side were also holding their mouths tightly, preventing themselves from making any noise.
The whole storeroom suddenly fell silent.
"Damn it, there are really ghosts in this world." The gold chain-wearing man said, supporting himself up by the cardboard box. He moved next to another security guard.
The three groups of people, in the tight space of the storeroom, formed a triangle of opposition.
