The increasingly intense smell of blood wafted through the elevator cab, which was overgrown with large patches of mold, as people dressed in red surrounded Han Fei in the center.
"What will happen if I don't go down?"
The elevator stopped on the fourth floor, and as time passed, the bodies of the red-clothed figures began to spread like tree branches injected with blood. Their veins and hair entwined, pushing against their skin and starting to crawl along the elevator walls.
If Han Fei were to stay any longer, it seemed he would be left with only one path—death. So he controlled his game character to walk out through the crowd.
After he left the elevator cab, the silvery-gray elevator doors slowly closed, and he could see a group of red-clothed figures standing with their backs to him through the crack.
Soon the elevator doors shut completely, and the numbers on the display began to change rapidly.