In the metallic room, everything seemed cold.
The floor, the air, the body.
How many were there, thirty? Forty? Or even more... The room was full of corpses.
They weren't very old, maybe between seven and eleven years old?
Only one was left.
The only one still able to stand... holding a silver fork used for eating, dripping with fresh blood... the feeling of suffocation.
Suddenly, an unopenable metal door in the room unexpectedly opened, and a strong light streamed in.
In front of the strong light, there were several tall human figures, the light elongated their shadows, reaching into the room like the tentacles of a devil.
"The one who survived in this room, is it you?... One hour and seven minutes, just before the oxygen ran out, not bad. You can enter the next room now. The next round will be shorter, try your best to regain your strength, or you might end up as a failure... just like these failures lying at your feet."
Clang—!
