The continuous bleeding from his right eye finally began to subside. It was as if that finger had not harmed him at all, but had instead helped clear away the negative condition.
But he had no time to think about what had caused this phenomenon.
Because the scene at 20:27 shifted further.
Although the dressing room was still the same dressing room, before Fang Shenyan had fully regained his senses, a piercing alarm began ringing at his feet.
Looking down, he saw a small, antique alarm clock no bigger than his palm lying face-down beside his feet.
Everything around him appeared normal for the moment, with nothing unusual in sight.
Fang Shenyan cautiously lowered his head, picked up the incessantly ringing alarm clock, and felt the icy metallic chill against his palm as he slowly turned it over.
As the vibrating alarm clock gradually flipped upright, a bizarre and terrifying clock face came into view.
On the small circular face was a flat eyeball covered in blood vessels. Countless blood vessels tangled around the pupil, flickering continuously like lightning.
Three Black Needles pierced through the pupil, each pointing in a different direction, perfectly corresponding to the current Timeline—20:27.
Holding the alarm clock, Fang Shenyan stared at the constantly trembling eyeball in his palm and frowned.
Once, there had also been an eyeball in his palm. That had been his first Sin Object.
The deafening noise made him slightly uncomfortable, so he pressed the mute button.
However, the moment he pressed it, the Light Source throughout the dressing room began to flicker violently.
In the deathly silent room, dripping sounds came from every direction, growing increasingly dense. As the sound grew louder, the room's Light Source shifted from white to red.
Under the maddeningly flickering lights, Fang Shenyan saw blurry Black