The maze-like manor had two floors, plus a basement that could not be reached directly by stairs.
The manor itself was soundproofed. Even without a door between them, sounds became completely blocked beyond five meters... No one else knew about the escape that had just occurred on the second floor.
Basement
The flames burning here gave off a scarlet hue.
Old Butler Corey was not dead yet.
Pain and searing heat stimulated his consciousness, gradually rousing him from unconsciousness... The clearer his mind became, the more intense the pain grew.
As his eyes slowly opened, he saw black hooks piercing straight through both shoulders, suspending him in midair.
The tendons in his hands and feet had all been severed. Even the appendages he had been so proud of had been completely cut off. Escape was simply impossible.
Corey turned his head toward the back as much as he could... He saw that he was hanging from the sharp horn of a demon statue.
There were ten such demon statues, corresponding exactly to the number of audience members participating.
All these demon statues maintained the same posture, kneeling on the ground and holding bowls.
The blood dripping from Corey's body fell perfectly into the bowl... Since he had been unconscious for a long time, the bowl was now filled to the brim.
"I told you, I wouldn't give you too much pain!"
Matthew, the actor covered in stitch marks, stood before him with a master-forged longsword in hand.
Buzz!
Corey's vision blurred. He only felt a chill around his neck, while the pain from his pierced shoulder blades instead began to fade.
As his head slid off,
Matthew lifted the bowl full of blood and poured it all into his mouth.
Crunch~
Two slender appendages grew from between Matthew's knees.