Footsteps sounded in the video, and figures gradually appeared on screen. They approached the man, but the camera didn't capture their faces. Their bodies looked strange. They varied in height and build, and even their clothing didn't look ordinary. The one in front wore a black robe and had a broad frame, blocking the figures behind him. The hems of the others' clothes were mostly dark, but some outfits looked very ornate, while others were tattered.
The footsteps drew closer, growing muffled. The figures approached like a bank of dark clouds, surrounding the man.
The man trembled slightly. The words he'd been about to say caught in his throat.
The ghosts, shrouded in death energy, didn't speak. They simply reached out and grabbed him.
The man struggled instinctively and looked up, as if he'd seen something so shocking that he lost the will to resist.
I could see the aura of death in the video.
My heart jolted.
The man was dragged away, and I heard a chair topple over.
The figures surrounded him and crashed into the table, making the camera jerk around.
The man let out an incoherent cry.
The keyboard of a laptop appeared on screen. The camera rolled, as if it had fallen to the floor.
The man's feet came into view.
But one of the figures surrounding him had no feet.
The camera kept moving, kicked and jostled as it rolled.
The laptop was closed, and the screen went black.
But the next second, the camera suddenly lit up.
By then, it had moved a considerable distance.
A crowd of heads appeared on screen.
They were all different: some were skulls, some were red-skinned monsters, and some were pale-faced oddities...
I saw a poster on the wall. The unmistakable style of Hades made my heart