After their successful prison escape, Ray, Emma, and the other Grace Field children above the age of five venture out into the new world that they know nothing about.
✦ What will they possibly encounter in this world ruled by demons - and demons alo...
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Seated in the disconcerting room, Ray and Ninelie found themselves enveloped in a surreal stillness, a palpable anticipation lingering in the air. Ray broke the silence, his voice resonating with a touch of impatience, "Nothing is happening right now." An unspoken agreement passed between them, prompting Ray to suggest, "Let's go back and look at all the doors in the corridor."
However, upon their return, the familiarity of their surroundings seemed to crumble, leaving them more disoriented than before. "It's the dining hall now, wasn't it the corridor before?" Ninelie's perplexed observation was met with a confirming nod from Ray.
"Yeah." Ray looked towards the ground, "This time, the walls are the floor."
They both looked at each other and nodded, quickly looking around. Having explored the bathroom, various rooms, and returning once again to the monitor room, a pattern began to emerge. The surreal nature of the environment became clearer – each door, once opened and closed, led to a different room. The spatial logic, much like in the House, defied convention, transforming the entire place into a bewildering maze.
"Ray," Breaking the puzzling silence, Ninelie called Ray's attention to the monitor room, pointing towards an unexpected addition, "It's an arrow..."
Ray noted the newfound detail with a furrowed brow, "Yes. But this arrow wasn't here before, was it?"
"Let me guess, come and play..."
Ninelie's intuition kicked in, and she conjectured, "Let me guess, 'come and play...'" Despite the growing unease, she steadied herself with a deep breath, "Let's go. If we want to solve the riddle, we have to investigate this place first."
❛ ━━･❪ 𝒂𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏 ❫ ･━━ ❜
The forceful push against the door yielded the same monotonous result – a return to the maddening familiarity of the monitor room.
"This place again..." Ninelie huffed, her hands on her knees, breaths heavy from the relentless repetition.
"How many times has it been...?" Ray's query mirrored the frustration etched on their faces. Keeping a meticulous count, they had traversed through 32 arrow-marked monitor rooms and endured this disorienting cycle a staggering 154 times.
