Lance bravely took the remaining steps to get closer to Geneva.
His hands are trembling and holding the dagger more tightly than before. His forehead glistened with sweat and his adam's apple went up and down as he gulped his own saliva to contain his heavy breathing.
Then he kicked Geneva, his toes slightly touching the corpse of the old lady.
But the realness that he felt made him jump and imagine that Geneva went up again and lunged at him.
"No!" he screamed while moving his hands to protect his body from any harm but Geneva, from dead, did not come back.
She's still lying cold on the floor, out of life.
Realizing this fact, Lance did not hesitate and stabbed Geneva's corpse with the dagger he has in his hand.
"Die! Die b*tch, you, f...cking b*tch. Die! Die! Die!"
Minutes passed and finally, Lance calmed down.
He's been shouting since earlier, calling the old lady a bitch, squealing 'no' and making all sorts of sounds but not a single soul came to open the door of the room where he is in.
Well, in the first place, where is he right now?
In a dream?
Maybe, yes, maybe everything is just a dream. Just a bit more realistic than what he used to know. Like nightmare. Or maybe he's now being possessed by the game.
The stillness of the surroundings makes Lance feel detached from everything like he is alone for real.
He blinked and inhaled the air inside the room. The fishy stench of blood went inside his nostril.
How can a nightmare be so detailed like this?
What should he do next?
Where should he go?
Slowly, Lance's bright eyes dulled. His senses also dulled as he got up from the corpse and walked with a light foot towards the door, leaving not a single glance to Geneva.
Outside of the room was completely dark and Lance can barely make the shape of the object's shadow. He stumbled multiple times before he can see a faint light that led him to a large room decorated with gold and dust.
He has not seen such sight before. The people and the energy they are giving off is a total contrast to the desolated place he came from.
The reason being that he's getting killed by Geneva first.
The lively people inside the room all looked at Lance when he first stepped foot inside.
Lance, captivated at the totally different scene, stood frozen for a moment.
The people are speaking but he cannot hear a thing from them.
That's when a girl with a long, braided, golden hair come to him and pulled him inside the room.
"What are you doing, standing idly on that door?" the girl scolded Lance with both of her hands on her waist. "Do you think you're a hero or something to give those beings a gap to get us?"
The people, who heard this from the girl chuckled as if mocking Lance.
"What? Are you deaf? Why are you not answering my questions?" the girl asked Lance once more. She's also getting annoyed at the blank stare of the newcomer who just stood by the shard gate.
Lance sat down on the floor, trying to recollect what happened to him.
However, before he could speak up, a man with a bowl cut hair approached him with a plate of foot on his hand.
"Do you want to eat?" he said and showed the plate full of meat to Lance. His voice come out warm like honey, making Lance raise his hopes up and trust the man immediately. Yet in his faint feeling of joy, the braided girl butted in and kicked the food being served to him by the good man, causing it to spill all over the floor with his other food.
"Are you stupid or what? Did your parents never told you not to accept things from strangers?" the girl nagged at him. "And you," she said, pointing to the bowl man, "Do not try your petty tricks of poisoning someone just because you don't like them. How many times do I need to tell you to control your hobbies...Huh? You, perverted maniac?"
The man with bowl cut shrugged his shoulders while smiling, "I only thought it'll be fun, and besides that, I am also thinking about our rations. We don't have enough food to feed another one like him. Our resources for him will be totally useless. If you're thinking of using him as a bait, why don't we just use him as a dead bait. I think, it'll also somehow work like magic," the man explained.
"And it also doesn't look like he got out of that place by defeating the hell soul being locked up in that room," he continued on, talking about the only room that is accessible for someone coming from that direction, which is the room where Geneva was locked in. "You know and experienced how strong the madame is, so you know what I mean."
The braided girl, Dorothy, scanned Lance's appearance once again. Pale skin, bloody as if he's been lying down on a pool of blood and untidy in every sense. It's like looking at a madman who suddenly decided to get out of the cave.
"Who are you?" she finally asked Lance.
"LNCE..." Lance answered but the people heard it simply as Lins
"Huh? Lins? Liyens?"
"No, it's Lance," Lance just repeated.
"Lance...huh? Okay, Lance, tell us how did you find this place."
The retelling of his story took Lance more than an hour. He even left out the important information about his father and his last will.
For now, those stuff are irrelevant.
"Tell us how you got here?" Dorothy impatiently asked Lance. "Did you run away from the Madame? How?"
If this person truly knows how to safely go inside that space, then Dorothy and her men will be able to get out of the mansion. But Lance's answer shook not only Dorothy but all the people around him that started to gather somehow when he's retelling them his life story.
"I killed her," Lance flatly said without a tinge of emotion. "Yes, I... killed her," he stated again before glancing at the surprised faces of everyone.