Hiding

By the light of a flash of lightning, he finally saw clearly. It wasn't a coat rack at all, but a person standing bolt upright!

The person was tall, wearing a filthy apron covered in bloodstains.

He was a man, rather fat. Even through the apron, his belly bulged out dramatically. His exposed arms were a strange grayish white, with veins standing out across them. His left hand hung naturally at his side, gripping a huge axe.

More frightening still, he couldn't see the man's face.

The man's face was tightly wrapped in layer upon layer of clear tape, the kind used on parcels. His entire head was covered, the tape applied so roughly that it looked like he was being treated as a corpse.

Yuan Xiaotian stood frozen, staring unblinkingly at the bizarre man who had appeared, especially at the enormous axe in his hand.

The moment he saw the axe, he knew that Li Mengyao had been hacked to death with it.

The man had appeared without a sound, and Yuan Xiaotian hadn't noticed him at all. After his initial panic, he gradually steadied himself and began to think through the situation.

He had been here for less than twenty minutes since waking up. He remembered looking out the window when he first came to, and it hadn't been raining then.

But now, the outside world was completely obscured by a curtain of rain, blurred and indistinct, as if it had been cut off from another world.

No, it wasn't as if!

This was another world!

His thoughts raced. Yuan Xiaotian turned to look out through the floor-to-ceiling window. The strange sense of unfamiliarity made his heart pound. He had been isolated inside this building. Perhaps only the tenth floor where he was remained.

For a moment, Yuan