Night fell.
No one came to clear away the bodies in the street.
Perhaps the daytime slaughter had frightened some people. Even the outsiders who often moved around nearby had vanished without a trace.
The street was eerily quiet.
"Keep an eye on things outside. Report immediately if anything unusual happens."
Bruce gave the order uneasily.
Maybe it was just his imagination.
He felt that tonight's sky was especially gloomy and dark, as if an invisible, dark-cyan aura filled the surroundings, making people uneasy.
The only thing worth being thankful for was that the danger was still brewing.
It had not fully revealed itself.
The slaughtered Lincoln Apartments remained somewhat normal, and there was no sign of any vicious ghosts.
However.
He had no idea that—
in the apartment across the alley, known as the "Red House," something bizarre and terrifying was taking place.
Bang!
Bang! Bang!
A series of gunshots rang out in the corridor, waking every resident in the building.
"What happened?"
"Who's firing a gun?"
The administrator, who had just fallen asleep, suddenly opened his eyes. He shoved aside the woman beside him, climbed out of bed, opened the door, and went outside.
"Boss, this is bad."
A panicked man came running over.
"Lin... Lincoln... Someone from Lincoln Apartments... got into our building..."
The man panted heavily, his face pale.
He looked as if he had suffered some kind of fright.
"What?"
"Someone from Lincoln Apartments?"
The administrator was tall and powerfully built, with dense hair covering his chest. He looked imposing and formidable.
But when he heard the words "Lincoln Apartments,"
he suddenly shuddered, and fear involuntarily appeared on his face.
Everyone knew that something terrible had happened at Lincoln Apartments, which had seemingly provoked the supernatural. Moreover, during the day, Bruce's group had beaten everyone