Herzog found it strange. The sound of static was like the noise an old black-and-white television made when it lost its signal. It should not have been coming from a modern smartphone.
Suddenly, an inexplicable chill ran through him, raising goosebumps all over his body—
He had felt this before, as though he were being watched by Dead Servants craving his flesh and blood. But whenever he observed Dead Servants, he had always taken sufficient safety precautions. Never had the feeling been as pronounced as it was now.
He froze on the spot, not daring to move. He swiftly scanned his surroundings, but saw only the long escape passage, without any sign of dangerous creatures.
At that moment, a hand suddenly reached out from the phone screen without warning. Herzog jolted in fright and immediately flung the phone away as though it were a red-hot branding iron.
The phone struck the floor with a slap. Its quality was quite good; even after that, there was not a single crack on the screen.
The dim glow of the phone screen grew brighter, and what happened next nearly overturned Herzog's understanding of the world.
Before his horrified eyes, a figure was "crawling" out of that tiny phone screen.
First, the outstretched arm emerged completely, followed by another. The two arms braced against the cold floor and pushed hard. An upper body clad in a black Classical Robe broke free from the two-dimensional screen interface and entered three-dimensional space in a manner that defied the laws of physics!
Then, borrowing the momentum, the figure leaped out. His entire body landed lightly in the somewhat dim passage, and he brushed off nonexistent dust.
He was a young man wearing a Pointed Soft Hat and a Classical Robe. A crystal Monocle reflecting a faint glimmer