Seeing about twenty of his own bodies hanging from the ceiling, Annan remained expressionless.
He even felt a bit like laughing.
"...Is this all?"
Annan was somewhat disappointed.
This really wasn't because he was brave, nor was it because he lacked a sense of fear...
Objectively speaking, Annan knew what was supposed to be scary about this situation—he had entered somebody's nightmare. In essence, he was playing the role of this man, presumed to be an artist, who had been stabbed in the instance.
But the hanging corpses bore the face of Annan from outside the instance.
This trick might be enough to make the real indigenous NPCs shiver, inducing a bewildering feeling of being stuck in a nightmare. Yet, it was pointless for players.
It was even slightly comedic.
Because whether it was the players or Annan, their bodies outside of the instance were not their true selves.
