The Extra Sixth One

But after waiting for quite a while, he still did not see One's slap come down, so he cautiously looked over.

In the darkness, although he could only make out a blurry silhouette, he could still roughly see the person's outline and movements.

So Three saw One facing him, arm raised high as though he were about to strike him.

Except for his head.

The head that should have been facing him was not pointed directly at him at that moment.

Instead, it was slightly turned toward his left.

Toward that empty space.

Thinking of One's sudden stammering and Five's various strange actions earlier,

Three suddenly had a bad feeling.

The moment he thought of this, he almost instantly lost the ability to think. Only scenes of One and Five's bizarre behavior kept replaying in his mind.

With every replay, that bad feeling deepened. His heart clenched and pounded violently, nearly bursting from his chest.

At the same time, an indescribable chill began at his spine and gradually spread throughout his body.

When even the area around his heart was assimilated by that icy cold, his body could not help but tremble slightly.

Like a mechanical puppet, his cervical spine seemed to have severely aged. Every tiny turn of his head met with tremendous resistance, as though it produced an unbearable "crack, crack" sound.

Every part of his body seemed to be resisting, desperately trying to stop him from turning his head.

But his eyes had already glanced over before he could control them.

Yet his view was too restricted, and all he could see was darkness that seemed to stretch endlessly.

But that darkness alone made his heart clench again, making him instinctively want to get away.

Finally, his head turned as well.

Facing...

The darkness inside the room.