The audience in the theater gasped. The critics seated in the front row began whispering among themselves, and Schiller, sitting on the other side, could hear what they were saying.
"No way? I was just about to say these two protagonists were such a cliché, and then there was a twist?!"
"Wait, I'm starting to lose track. Wasn't this supposed to be a found-footage horror movie? How did the protagonist suddenly become a flaming skull?!"
"That demon named Mephisto hasn't even appeared yet. Why did the protagonist turn into a demon first? No matter how you looked at that design, he didn't seem like a good guy, did he?"
"I'm more concerned about his brother's expression. He wasn't surprised at all. He obviously knew about his brother's condition. So what exactly is going on with these two brothers?"
"This is getting interesting. So it isn't demons persecuting ordinary people—it's dogs eating dogs?"
The atmosphere in the theater grew heated. The audience below whispered among themselves, all discussing the flaming skull's origins and the past shared by the two brothers.
Just then, the camera shifted again, revealing a highway. In the darkness of night, only a barely noticeable speck of light flickered at the far end of the road. Then, hoofbeats approached from afar, and the person holding the camera rolled down the car window.
Outside the window stood a skeletal horse engulfed in roaring flames, along with the man seated on its back, who possessed the same flaming skull.
Opening the car door, walking around the front of the engine, and standing before the horse burning with Hellfire made its eerie splendor and majesty even more palpable.
"Long time no see, Carter."
Schiller knocked on the cabin door. An elderly man with shoulder-length white hair, prominent brow ridges, and sharply