Inside the office, the atmosphere had frozen beneath the old man's mystery and Internet Addiction's fragmented warning.
Yet the two "survivor" girls protected in the middle of the group only wanted to leave this damned place as soon as possible.
After getting past their initial terror and seeing that the man before them was merely a seemingly harmless old man, they drew confidence from the sense of security provided by the demon hunters.
The overbearing temperament bred by a lifetime of pampering had actually overwhelmed their reason.
"Hey! You old bastard!" Jenny, the girl with the injured arm, suddenly shrieked. Her face carried the irritability of a survivor and an inexplicable sense of superiority. "What are you looking at? Hurry up and open the door! Let us out! I don't want to stay in this shithole for another second!"
Her companion also found the courage to chime in. "Yeah, hurry up, or we'll call the cops and have you arrested!"
In their eyes, they had so many demon hunters on their side, and those ghosts had been dealt with easily. This old man clearly looked like an ordinary living human.
Perhaps he was the mastermind behind all this, someone who had used sinister methods to summon these evil spirits.
The old man continued to calmly watch Dean and Sam with those profound eyes that seemed to contain the end of all things.
He merely cast a casual glance toward the two girls, as though shooing away flies.
There was no light, no sound, not even the slightest fluctuation of energy.
The arrogant expressions on the girls' faces instantly froze. The light in their eyes abruptly went out like candles snuffed by the wind.
Their bodies crumpled to the floor with dull thuds. Every trace of life vanished from them in