The effects of this operation far exceeded Schiller's expectations. On one hand, Wood was in a much sorrier state than he had imagined. The guy only looked terrifying; he was not actually that strong. He could suppress the patients purely because they themselves were weak. People who could barely move were, of course, easy to stab.
On the other hand, Schiller had brought a torch because he had considered that wooden people feared fire. But he had never expected the fireplace flames to summon a fire monster. Even God was clearly not on Wood's side this time.
Once the commotion outside subsided, Schiller peered out through the passageway. The passage was not completely straight, so he could not really see what was happening outside and could only listen. He heard intense burning outside, but it soon fell silent.
After the room outside returned to peace, faint crying drifted over. Schiller listened carefully. It did not sound like a child's voice, but more like many voices layered together.
He roughly formed a few guesses.
The backstory of this game could not exactly be called clichéd. It would be more accurate to call it classic. Their earlier speculation about a mental world had not been entirely wrong, except this might not be a purely mental world, but one influenced by the resentment of some entity.
In any case, long ago, perhaps during this world's Middle Ages, a little girl had been persecuted to death by certain people—not because she was a witch, but perhaps for some other reason.
Before she died, she might have been tortured. Her teeth and nails might have been pulled out, her tongue cut off, and in the end, she had been burned alive.
After her death, her resentment had been so powerful that it turned the entire