The fifth floor of the Seventh Ward.
There were no lights here. It was dim, and gusts of cold wind howled down the corridor, accompanied by creaking sounds, as though a window somewhere had been left open.
At the end of the corridor was the Dean's Office.
A tall figure in bright red clothes stood there. Beneath his Gold-Wire Glasses were gray-white eyes filled with eeriness and deathly stillness.
All the windows in the Hospital Ward were sealed shut. Only those in the Dean's Office could be opened. The window here was open now, its hinges swinging back and forth, whether from the wind or some other influence.
On closer inspection, the night outside looked strange, like a pool of thick ink constantly flowing.
The tall figure watched everything coldly.
Suddenly.
The darkness twisted into a dozen or so human faces. They peered into the room with malice, opening their mouths to let out strange, sinister laughter, seemingly wanting to force their way inside.
The tall figure spoke impassively. "Your faces shouldn't look like that. They should be covered in cracks..."
As his words fell.
Several gashes instantly appeared across each eerie black face.
"They should be split in half!"
The figure continued speaking.
As though pulled by an invisible force, the faces were torn into two pieces amid agonized wails.
But this seemed to enrage them as well. Cries and screams came from the darkness, and the bisected faces seemed to go mad, desperately trying to rush into the Hospital Ward.
The tall figure's expression grew colder.
A trace of scarlet flashed through his gray-white eyes as he rebuked them in a low voice. "They should clearly... be torn to pieces!"
As his words fell, his bright red doctor's coat billowed wildly. Countless blood-red threads surged out, turning into