"Holy shit, bro, what the hell kind of place did we end up in?" A group wandered aimlessly through the library.
There were seven people in the team, all cautiously surveying their surroundings.
"How should I know?" Their leader had a short temper and a loud voice. "Didn't it say we'd triggered a special instance when we came in? Then this is the special instance."
"But it only gave us an instance name, not a mission. I've never seen an instance this weird in my life."
The person walking beside him turned to laugh at him. "How many instances have you even been in? I've heard someone talk about an instance like this."
"Then how did that guy get out in the end?"
"He... ack."
"Why are you quacking like a duck at the important part? Spit it out!" the leader demanded impatiently.
But none of them heard another word.
The person ahead turned back in confusion, only to discover that the man's head had somehow been twisted a hundred and eighty degrees toward his back. His corpse leaned against the wall, the back of his head facing them.
"Holy fucking shit!"
Everyone scattered with a cry. By the time the leader came to his senses, he realized he'd become separated from the others. Only the man who'd asked him where they were remained beside him.
The man was a complete coward and had been clinging to someone's clothes ever since entering the instance. He hadn't let go even when everyone scattered, so he'd been dragged all the way here by the leader's clothes.
Flying Sky Tiger hauled up the man crouching on the floor, trembling and clutching the hem of his clothes. "Stand up. Get a grip."
Weak Cockroach Man forced himself upright on shaking legs. "Bro, what kind