"The rumors within the bureau are true! There really is someone raising ghosts in the building!" Having been through so much, Yong no longer acted recklessly. He didn't call out to the security personnel for help, but instead he stopped in his tracks.
His heart pounding out of control, Yong felt an instinctive revulsion towards the door on the tenth floor, the Blood Gate. It was a very strange sensation, akin to watching living people devour each other, a discomfort and rejection stemming from deep within his soul.
The bloodstains on the door seemed alive, pulsating and contracting as if blood flowed within them. All the bloodstains eventually converged at the heart of the headless Door Guardian, reshaping a deep red heart for it.
