The entire little building was eerily quiet now, apart from several chairs that were still burning. Cold sweat instantly broke out on the mustached man's back, soaking through his shirt.
"Team One! Team Two! Respond!" He tugged at his collar and spoke softly into the tiny microphone.
But all that came through the comm channel was the static hiss of radio silence. There was no response at all.
Tightening his grip on the pistol in his hand, the mustached man looked toward the direction Team One and Team Two had gone to investigate and ordered his two subordinates behind him, "Skinny, Blondie, go see what's going on!"
There was no response from behind him either.
"Are you fucking idiots!?" the mustached man cursed as he turned around, only to discover that Skinny and Blondie, who had just been examining the two corpses, had both vanished.
They had disappeared into thin air, as though they had never been there at all.
Only their footprints remained in the dusty ground.
"Gulp..." The mustached man's throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. Every hair on his body stood on end.
Why did more people disappear!?
Is this place haunted!?
Though it was broad daylight, and he was in a room whose ceiling had been blown open, allowing him to see the blazing sun overhead, the mustached man instantly felt as if he had fallen into an icy abyss. It was as though he had stepped into the world of a horror movie.
He gripped his gun desperately, raised it, and wildly pointed it ahead of him. Veins bulged across his face as he shouted, "Who!? Who's screwing with me!? Who's there!?"
Just then, one of the two bloody "corpses" suddenly moved—the "corpse" of the teenager whose face had been burned away on one side!