"Throughout this process, I passed countless mirrors and windows. I was sure I saw myself, but I never noticed anything unusual. It wasn't until today's Alarm Clock rang that thoughts that didn't belong to me flooded my mind."
"I began to realize that I'd already been corrupted. What I saw and heard might not have been real, but I still retained a shred of sanity. I wanted to leave the room."
"Why?" Schiller asked.
"I don't know. I don't know if that was even my own thought. I don't even know whether I ever had such an idea. I feel like that thing has been inside my head all along."
Gordon became somewhat dazed again. Schiller kept calling his name, gradually pulling some of his sanity back. Schiller told Gordon his theory, but concealed the part concerning Peter.
Because no one knew whether the Gordon before them was still Gordon.
Schiller had not saved Gordon because he trusted him that much. He merely wanted to preserve the Sheriff's life for now. If the situation took a turn later, perhaps the contamination could be removed.
"Tell me about the method of leaving the nineteenth floor that you mentioned before," Schiller said, looking at Gordon.
"That might not have been me who told you." Gordon clearly trusted himself even less than Schiller did. "I might have been controlled. What I told you could be a guaranteed-death method."
"Just tell me. I'll make my own judgment."
Gordon had no choice but to swallow and begin. "This is what I've figured out over the past few days. I discovered that every night at midnight, something comes out of the elevator. But it doesn't just come to the nineteenth floor. It goes to other floors too."
"When the elevator doors open, there's a ding. That