Bloody Mary

Through that mirror, past the sheer shower curtain behind it, a shadow lying in the bathtub could vaguely be seen.

And the shadow's pair of scarlet eyes.

One woke up.

He rubbed his still-throbbing head, struggling to overcome the darkness before his eyes and barely make out his surroundings.

This seemed to be an enclosed space.

Stone walls, stone floors.

Yet it was furnished with many luxurious pieces of furniture and many priceless paintings.

One's mind was still hazy, but that did not prevent him from seeing the four people lying scattered around him.

His muddled mind forced his incomparably heavy body to rise from the floor. He then walked over and woke the other four people around him one by one.

"Two? Wake up."

"Three, Four, stop lying there!"

"Five, get up already!"

At his shouts and nudges, the other four gradually woke as well, though all of them felt groggy and unbearably heavy.

Like One when he had first awakened, they looked around, their expressions somewhat blank.

After that, Two looked at One and asked, "Where are we?"

One felt a little better by then. He shook his head and said, "I don't know, but Six through Fifteen aren't here."

Three asked, "Should we go look for them?"

One answered, "Of course." He looked around and said, "This place seems pretty big. Let's search around here first."

The other four nodded.

But in the next instant, they all raised their heads and looked toward the same spot above them.

Because something suddenly made a sound as it fell to the floor.

The five looked at one another. Then Five said, "Could it be them?"

Four nodded. "Possibly. Maybe they woke up too and accidentally knocked something over."

One swept his gaze across the four of them and asked,