Ryan stepped forward. "This place exists outside our reality. It's divided into levels. We need to find an exit—and survive."
A heavy silence settled over the group.
Ryan: "Everyone, stay quiet. Look for anything unusual."
Helen walked behind the group, the air thick with tension.
Oppressive. Suffocating. Disorienting.
"This feels awful."
She looked up at the ceiling, where white lights flickered and buzzed.
"This headache is killing me."
It felt like their clarity was fading.
After walking for a while, they passed through a dark section. Suddenly, someone screamed—a glowing face smiled in the darkness.
The girl screamed, expression blank and lifeless. Ryan realized—her sanity had dropped too low.
Helen stood frozen.
Slap.
Sacium—usually cheerful—had slapped the girl, snapping her back to partial clarity.
The others watched, disturbed.
Then, Rose, the most beautiful girl in school, spoke up.
Rose: "Don't just stand there! I see a pink door over there~"
The group turned. A pink door stood in the middle of the room.
Ryan: "Wait… This place is unpredictable. That's an unusual door. We should rest first."
The teacher nodded. "He's right. Ryan's in charge. No complaints."
Helen watched Sacium sharpening two black sticks—the bones of Entity 6?
Then, Ryan and Sacium walked away.
Suddenly, Helen noticed Ryan and Sacium exchanging hushed words, their expressions unreadable, laced with an urgency that sent an unspoken ripple of unease through the room.
A moment later, without so much as a glance back, the two of them slipped out into the darkness beyond, leaving behind only the ghost of their presence and a growing sense of foreboding.
Two hours later, they returned with more black sticks.
Ryan: "Alright, everyone! Let's go!"
Helen noticed Harry—lazy, always eating—still lying down. She felt disgusted.
Click.
Ryan opened the door. A blinding white light poured out. He gripped a black stick tightly.
One by one, they stepped through.