Art Studio

"Everyone, hold hands with each other. Make sure no one in our group goes missing."

Jia Xin stood at the front of the group. The others obeyed his orders, joining hands as they retraced their steps, trying to leave the room.

"President, it's exactly nine o'clock now. Isn't the Art Building only supposed to become strange after ten at night?" one member asked while looking at the time on his phone.

"Listen to Jia Xin. For everyone's safety, let's leave first and discuss this afterward."

Jia Xin had no time to care about what the members behind him were thinking. This maze-like room, packed with wardrobes, gave him an uneasy feeling. He felt as though he could no longer leave by following the original route.

After everyone retraced their path and passed two corners, Jia Xin immediately stopped at the exit of another turn.

The thing he had been worried about had indeed happened. What lay ahead was not the expected exit, but another long passage formed by wardrobes. There was no telling where the next corner would lead.

Jia Xin suddenly remembered something and looked back at the others.

"One, two, three, four, five, six... It seems another person is missing. And although I clearly memorized everyone's appearance and physical characteristics earlier, I can't remember them now. If it comes looking for me on its own, I'll have a legitimate reason to suppress the thing hiding deep within the Art Building. I just hope Zhang Chen and Chong Ying's situation doesn't spiral out of control and expose their identities."

"Oh dear, this has gotten a little complicated."

The time was also 21:00.

The seventh floor of the rear building in the Art Building's double-ring structure, belonging to the Academy of Fine Arts.

"Once we finish checking this floor,