Who knew how much time had passed...
"Mm..."
White Zetsu opened its eyes.
It had returned to the room where it had started.
Its first reaction was to sit up immediately and warily survey its surroundings.
Its trembling legs confirmed White Zetsu's current state of mind.
Fear—an overwhelming, unbearable fear.
The room was still the same Interrogation Room.
All kinds of strange torture implements covered the place.
"What the hell is this...?"
White Zetsu failed to notice that its own forehead was still breaking out in a cold sweat.
Just then, footsteps suddenly echoed...
White Zetsu whipped its head around and immediately observed its surroundings.
It listened for a moment.
It discovered that the footsteps were coming from the corridor.
The door to the Interrogation Room, which had originally been wide open, was now closed.
The White Devil was nowhere to be seen in the room, either.
White Zetsu could not understand the situation.
"Could it be... the White Devil is coming?"
White Zetsu thought, its heart tightening involuntarily as fear once again swept over it.
Whenever it thought of the White Devil's split-open face, White Zetsu felt a lingering terror.
Tap... tap...
The footsteps echoed through the room.
Closer and closer...
Finally.
It seemed to have walked straight here, approaching the entrance...
Then.
The footsteps suddenly vanished.
Did it reach my door?
In the complete silence, White Zetsu seemed able to hear its own heartbeat, yet it could no longer hear any footsteps.
Come to think of it... did it even have a heart?
That wasn't the point...
Is someone standing behind the door?
Feeling the stillness in the darkness, White Zetsu trembled and hugged its own body.
It was so cold...
It pricked up its ears and listened to the sounds outside...
Within this eerie silence...
White Zetsu