David, driven to madness,…

"This rule…" She lowered her head, her voice barely a whisper. "All these rules are nothing but a sham; they're mere smoke and mirrors. What happened with Leon and Vivian is also a charade; they are safe and sound on the first floor, waiting for you."

I heaved a sigh of relief, thankful that it was all a ruse. But where had Leon and Vivian disappeared to? Before I could complete that thought, David appeared before me, gasping for breath, his voice urgent and sharp.

"Help me, Anna! Please, you've got to help me!"

The fifth floor should have been a sanctuary, free from any peril.

Yet, David, in his current state, had blatantly violated some rule. He rushed towards me, his voice laden with desperation.

"Anna, save me! A new rule just came up, and only you can assist me!"

The message interface opened, and I finally saw its contents.

[Stay in the same room as a woman with yellow hair.]

[Wear a dress.]

[You must drink alcohol.]

[If you wake up in the middle of the night, look outside the door.]

[Go to the fourth floor.]

I glanced towards the door. Even though Marry had momentarily turned transparent, her presence lingered. But what did these rules signify?

Were they crafted to lure David here, or to bring closure to this place?

My nerves were on edge, and my palms had turned ice-cold. Suddenly, David let out a scream, and I realized that Marry had materialized next to him, like a predatory force, circling with malevolent glee.

"I've been trapped here for two years! Even when my mother came, I couldn't reveal myself to her!

It's all your fault, all your fault—! Why should you lead a carefree life as if nothing ever happened, why?"

The sound was piercing, the windows in the room flung wide open, and the cold wind howled. I instinctively covered my ears.

Over the past two years, I've often bought supplements to visit her parents, attempting to fulfill her filial duties on her behalf.

Marry's case had been put on hold due to insufficient evidence, leaving the two elderly individuals seeking help in vain. They visibly wasted away at an alarming rate.

Her resentment now runs deep, stemming not just from secretly recording videos but also from the destruction of her family.

David fell to his knees, blood streaming from his head, his throat turning a visible shade of red. He struggled to speak, his eyes reflecting not only fear but a profound emptiness – like a lifeless shell.

In a matter of seconds, he lay lifeless on the ground.

Marry scolded and attempted to kick him, but as she wasn't corporeal, her soul passed through his body. I joined in with two more kicks.

Now, with all rules abandoned, there is no need to worry about what to do.