Gurgle...
Yamakou Hideyasu swallowed hard, his gaze vacant as he stared straight at his phone.
As mentioned before, this was a staff number, used to send out some internal staff messages.
Basically, no one would be so despicable as to use a work number to play such a prank.
Following the logic that "the video couldn't be photoshopped, so it must be real," Yamakou Hideyasu concluded that what the other party said was true.
And then, considering the eerie timing of the message—an hour's worth of texts, just now being received...
Yamakou Hideyasu felt his scalp tingle and his body stiffen.
If the fourth set of footsteps wasn't a staff member, then what was it?
Since the live broadcast stream had been cut off, who or what had he been interacting with just a moment ago?
Yamakou Hideyasu was only now realizing the gravity of the situation.
The two sets of footsteps behind him were heavy, definitely not something any of the few staff members he knew could produce.