The ice-cold chains bit into her wrists with agonizing force. Every slight sway felt like bone being scraped and skin being ground away, far overshadowing the humiliation of being stark naked.
The insecurity of having no footing, of dangling in midair, kept stirring uncontrollable panic in Chang Nian's heart. In this state, she would struggle to respond if anything happened.
More terrifying still, this was the Meat Factory...
What did a meat factory do? And what position was she in now? What would happen next needed no explanation.
That ghost had treated the Seven People who were going to hunt it down as meat pigs stripped of their hair, hanging them above a conveyor belt. Soon, they would enter the huge, rusted machinery and be ground into the utterly putrid air.
And Chang Nian already knew she would be the first victim.
There was no solution to this ghost, no path to survival through outside intervention. There was really only one way to overcome it—find it, aim at it, and capture it with the Heterochromatic Eyes.
But to do that now, she first had to break free of these damned chains, then find her missing clothes and belongings. Only then could she locate it.
Chang Nian kept her eyes closed in the pitch darkness, slowly listening to the darkness and the wind as she began revisiting the memories shrouded in fog.
The greatest difference between a Senior Staff Member and an ordinary staff member lay neither in their Sin Objects nor in their brains. It lay in how thoroughly they had been tempered.
At a moment like this, for example, unless a ghost was particularly skilled in soul-related abilities or was of a very high level, the effects of unconsciousness and relocation on a Senior Staff Member would be weakened