'What the f**k? A floor number wasn't called out. What does the game want us to do?? It's turning into some twisted mindf**k game.'
The hallway, dimly lit with flickering fluorescent lights, buzzed with confusion. Everyone stood, their faces pale with panic. The walls, once eerily silent, now echoed with the rising cacophony of voices.
Takumi grabbed Isamu's shoulder, his eyes wide. "What the hell is going on? I didn't any floor numbers... You got any clues?"
Isamu shook his head, his lips pressed into a grim line. "I have no f**king idea."
[00:00:30]
'Thirty seconds is kinda low. Which means they don't expect us to go to a floor way up or way down. Sh*t, my mind is going completely blank..'
"What the f**k are we gonna do?!" Denji's voice cracked as he ran a hand through his hair, his frantic gaze darting between the group.
