After receiving Greed's consultation results, the bishop immediately contacted Peter and told him to try leaving the hotel.
Peter had only just woken up. He rubbed his slightly swollen eyes, got up, grabbed his gear, and headed for the elevator.
With a ding, the elevator doors opened. He saw a woman standing inside, but did not look closely. He lowered his head and stepped in. The instant the doors closed, he felt cold sweat trickling down his back.
What was that???
Peter took a deep breath. What had he just seen?
He desperately searched his memories and found that fleeting glimpse from the corner of his eye. What the hell had that thing on the woman's neck been???
Peter swallowed and sent Schiller a message.
"Doctor, I think I just saw a woman whose neck had no head on it, only clusters of tentacles. But when I looked closely, they disappeared."
Peter could not help glancing back at the woman, but she seemed perfectly normal. When she noticed him looking, she even smiled at him, as though everything Peter had just experienced had been an illusion.
The moment Schiller received the message, he realized Peter's side might be deteriorating as well. If the hotel truly could be left, this might be their last chance.
"Don't panic, Peter. Forget those abnormalities. Treat them as though they never happened, and don't mention them to anyone."
Schiller, currently at Wayne Manor, could neither speak nor communicate with the others, so messaging Peter was the only thing he could do. He did his best to reassure Peter and keep him from being afraid.
Peter tried his best to calm down and erase those mentally contaminating images from his mind. The elevator stopped, but not on the first floor. When the doors opened, a man