The ringtone of the phone in the living room rang once, and the deformed couple stopped banging on the security door. The hallway suddenly became quiet.
The players, dripping with cold sweat, retreated repeatedly. Even the strongest among them, Love Me Like Smoke, was so frightened that his legs went weak, nearly tumbling down the stairs.
"Finally, we can catch our breath." Three players ran down the stairs, away from the door.
"Where are you planning to go?" Han Fei grabbed Love Me Like Smoke's shoulder: "Both upstairs and downstairs are dead ends. The only way out is from here."
"From here?" Love Me Like Smoke looked around, finally glancing toward the hallway window.
"Alright, let's go home together." Han Fei's voice and demeanor slowly changed. As he gradually immersed in the identity of the deceased, the coldness and silence on him completely vanished. His facial expression softened, and his eyes gleamed with the joy of returning home, an anticipation of reunion.
