They opened the Fire Escape.
The thirtieth-floor corridor was pitch-black, without a trace of light. It seemed the lights had broken down.
The Fat Security Guard took out a flashlight.
The two residents also turned on their phones' flashlights.
"Huh?"
The light illuminated the passageway.
Several of them immediately let out startled, hushed cries. The entire thirtieth-floor corridor was covered in standing water.
"We're screwed."
"Maybe a water pipe broke somewhere."
The Thin Security Guard complained.
"No wonder the elevator isn't moving. Maybe the water damaged its equipment."
The Fat Security Guard also felt unlucky.
Did we really have to run into this?
"Let's first see whose pipe broke."
He reminded them of that and took out his phone, preparing to call his supervisor and report the situation. The entire floor had been flooded, so they would definitely need to call in professionals to inspect and repair it.
However.
He had just taken out his phone.
Before the screen even lit up,
by the light of the flashlight, he vaguely saw something crouching on the ceiling behind him.
"Hm?"
He subconsciously turned his head.
"Ah—!"
A scream suddenly rang out through the enclosed corridor!
The Fat Security Guard stumbled backward, nearly slipping and falling in the standing water.
"What happened?"
"Holy shit!"
Seeing the Fat Security Guard's expression, the others asked what was wrong while following his gaze toward the rear... Immediately, terrified cries rang out one after another.
Above the wall behind them, in the right angle where it met the ceiling,
there was a person.
It was quietly crouching there.
No.
It couldn't be called a person.
More accurately, it was half a person!
It looked as though it had been stuffed into the wall, with only everything above its chest sticking out. A Pair of Hands hung