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Thirteen steps?
Milan hadn't quite grasped the meaning of these words.
"The staircase that had twelve steps... now has thirteen..."
Rosa lifted her beautiful eyes, watching the staircase that led upwards intently.
Then...
Footsteps were heard from above!
Yes, footsteps!
There should be no on-duty doctors in the hospital now; the only ones left were those ghosts, sealed by the cursed objects in the corridors, who could only wander back and forth.
But this was no ghost!
Both Rosa and Milan were certain of it.
Particularly Rosa, as a descendant of witches.
Milan had a vague awareness that she might be about to witness something extremely dangerous!
At this moment, an instinctual thought arose in Milan's mind: Run! Run now! If she ran right now, she might still make it! Perhaps... perhaps...
However...
There was no "perhaps."
Just then, Milan noticed that Rosa had swiftly pulled a red mask from her person!
