The bear-like Chef Demon bent down, examining the door lock shattered by Huai Shi, his eyes sparkling. "Nice technique! What kind of shelling method is this? Such even breakage is really rare. Got time to share some tips?"
Huai Shi rolled her eyes and walked into the restroom.
She saw the Teenage Girl collapsed on the floor.
Her consciousness was no longer here.
Submerged in an artificially induced nightmare, it was foreseeable that if the Source Substance continued to evaporate at this rate, she would soon die, succumbing to brain death.
The minute noises on the roof seemed to grow more impatient by the moment, filled with displeasure at the sudden intrusion.
A thread of nothingness materialized before Huai Shi's eyes, delicate as Spider Silk, one end connected to the girl before her, the other extending upward, into a meticulously crafted nightmare.
Huai Shi reached out and grasped the thread.
