Charging straight out of the room to confront the mysterious presence in the corridor was definitely not an option. Even if Jerome really was Jerome and Gordon really was Gordon, under these circumstances, they did not even know whether the words they spoke were being controlled. They were utterly untrustworthy.
But if he did not use Gordon's method, there seemed to be no other way to leave the nineteenth floor. Schiller thought it over carefully. After dawn, this should be his last chance.
Without a doubt, the sounds in the rooms would grow fewer and fewer. No one knew what would happen if all the sounds disappeared. Besides, Schiller could not be sure whether whatever controlled the hallucinations in the rooms would fly into a rage the next night.
His Sanity Value would not decrease, but he still had a health bar. Just one glance at that thing around Gordon's neck had left Schiller's head buzzing even now.
So it would be best to settle this during the day. Peter could not hold out much longer either. If Schiller failed to find any clues, there was no point in counting on him.
Before long, Schiller waited until dawn. The corridor was still quiet, but Rooms 1901 and 1903 had also fallen silent. Schiller suspected that the situations in those two rooms had deteriorated completely. In other words, they had lost all reason and become puppets of something.
But it was just as well that neither of them made a sound. At least they would not interfere with him. Schiller thought that he no longer intended to investigate what was inside the rooms. Whatever was in them now, it could not be trusted. He might as well focus on the corridor.
Schiller stepped out and took a good look at the