The chimes swept in like ripples, as though ringing out some specific signal, forcing their way into the minds of humans and ghosts alike with irresistible power.
One peal drowned out the next, surging through every corner of Old Yu Street without leaving a single blind spot.
No human or ghost could resist the power of this rule, and the mutation began as a result.
All eighteen floors of Old Yu Street lay within the reach of the chimes. This journey, impossible to tell whether it was calamity or salvation, was about to begin anew. Other than a few exceptions, no human or ghost could avoid it.
The drizzle abruptly intensified into a downpour, while a fierce, freezing wind rose within the space enclosed by the fourth floor.
In Shop 101, within the half-abandoned concrete room where Lan Yu had once been, the already fragile load-bearing wall collapsed with a crash. A skull gleaming in the darkness slowly floated out.
Inside Room 201, the darkness of that silent place showed signs of being driven away. The living people and evil ghosts within underwent earth-shaking changes.
Room 6002 remained utterly still, cold and inexplicable, seemingly independent of Old Yu Street and completely unaffected.
Yet outside the door, as lightning flashed and thunder roared past, a mysterious Red Pattern flickered into view.
Inside Unit 1001, the back of a woman sitting upright on the sofa with her hair coiled atop her head stared at a yellowed, bizarre blueprint. At that moment, she slowly turned around, but just before her face was revealed, the surrounding Light Sources went out.
Unit 1002's door remained tightly shut, showing no sign of opening, as though the chimes had never entered the room at all.
However, if one pressed an ear to the door, a genderless voice