The female employee's corpse, hanging under an umbrella, watched them leave, revealing a creepy smile:
"Help me... It's following you... No, don't believe... It's following..."
Muttering in a low voice, the words that came out of her mouth were indistinct and very chaotic.
It was like one person was speaking, yet it also seemed like several, each shrieking different phrases.
Colin intensified the flame's protection around himself, doing his best to ignore the voices as he raced towards the outside.
The light of the fire shone through the glass doors of the outpatient department, revealing dozens, perhaps hundreds of twisted, distorted pale faces crowding behind the door.
Each one glared with bloodshot eyes, spying on Colin and his companion as they approached.
"Get out of my way!"
