"Click."
A soft sound rang out.
The lock on the special-alloy door, supposedly impervious even to rockets, simply opened on its own.
That uncanny sight was the final straw that shattered Yoon Seokjun's mental defenses!
A hand slowly pushed the door open from outside.
It made no sound at all.
A tall figure appeared in the doorway, silhouetted against the corridor's pallid light, like a shura emerging from the depths of hell.
His mere presence seemed to lower the temperature of the entire room to freezing.
The newcomer wore a deathly white Ghost-Face Mask painted with an eerie smile.
The mask concealed every trace of his expression, leaving only his eyes exposed.
What kind of eyes were those?
There was no anger, no killing intent, not the slightest human emotion.
Only a bottomless void of deathly stillness.
As though a god were looking down upon ants, utterly indifferent and cold.
Yoon Seokjun finally got a clear look at the figure in the doorway.
He wanted to scream, wanted to flee, but his body felt impossibly heavy. He could not move so much as a finger!
All he could do was watch as the man in the Ghost-Face Mask slowly approached him, step by step.
Each step seemed to land directly on his heart!
The man stopped before him and looked down at him, huddled in the corner, as though he were a heap of worthless garbage.
Then he slowly raised his hand.
Terrified out of his wits, Yoon Seokjun instinctively closed his eyes, trembling like a leaf.
Yet the death he expected never came.
The man merely took something from his pocket and gently placed it on the floor in front of Yoon Seokjun.
"Clink."
A crisp sound rang out.
Trembling, Yoon Seokjun slowly opened his eyes a sliver.
It