An eerie state of affairs had taken hold inside Room 201.
The kitchen and living room formed a straight line, along which three people stared at one another. Yet each was immersed in their own world, unable even to sense the other two.
Ke Xinyi's daze came from the ghost's molding of her. Cast as the perfect victim, she had no way to use her intelligence. The moment she entered, she became a lamb for the slaughter.
Lan Yu's extremism stemmed from all the earlier clues, which had inevitably pushed him to this point. He had fallen straight into the ghost's trap, his thinking caught in a dead end.
Clyde's indifference came from his perspective of already knowing the circumstances. As the player moving the pieces, he had staged this drama beneath the ghost's shadow, while trying to use it to escape the supernatural incident.
Different reasons had brought all three to this point.
Death, blood, and severed limbs would soon follow. A fresh round of fluorescent blood was about to illuminate Room 201 again, and a new slave would belong to the ghost.
Lan Yu's knife viciously pierced Ke Xinyi's trousers and drove straight through her thighbone. Fluorescent blood spurted onto his face.
Then something eerie happened.
Clyde saw a blurred figure materialize out of thin air behind Lan Yu. Two hands reached around the back of his head, about to touch his cheeks.
His grip tightened sharply around the Bone-Chilling Dagger, but he did not step forward. The ghostly figure had yet to solidify. It was not quite time.
"Squeak, squeak..."
The sharp knife served as a saw, grinding away at the thighbone stroke by stroke. The sound mingled with the spine-chilling opera, adding another bloody note.
At the same time, the paint splashed over Ke Xinyi's body