The players around him looked at him in confusion. One of them said, "You still haven't woken up from your dream, have you? Who are you trying to threaten with that beat-up knife?"
Instead of showing any doubt after hearing him, the Cannibal Player gripped his knife even more firmly. "I've seen through your tricks. Don't come any closer. Get away from me!"
As he spoke, he started running toward the mall exit.
Someone kicked a low stool at him. The Cannibal Player dodged without looking back and dashed straight out. In a few quick movements, he disappeared from everyone's sight, clearly with no intention of getting tangled up with them.
"Is that guy crazy?" someone asked.
"Isn't this a mental dungeon? It's normal for people to go crazy." A player yawned and mumbled, "Who knows who'll be the next one to lose it?"
Whether they were crazy or not remained to be seen, but people around them began yawning one after another, mouths hanging wide open. An overwhelming urge to sleep swept over everyone.
"At this rate, we'll eventually fall asleep. We might as well do something else," someone suggested.
They brought out all their entertainment items and equipment. Some played cards, others sang, and a few men and women who took a liking to each other found a secluded corner to get tangled up in... But even this deliberately forced excitement couldn't hold out for long. Less than two hours later, the noise died down, and they had no choice but to circle around near the mall again. They didn't dare go too far, lest the players who had already left spot them as prey.
A dull, endless day passed. When night came again, more than half the people in the mall couldn't resist finding somewhere to sleep.