From where the bloodstain cut off, a seemingly random white cloth caught Seol Jihu’s eyes.

‘Cloth?’

The moment he raised his startled eyes, he instantly took in a deep breath.

In the dark hallway, a woman was looking back at him. Judging by the robe she was wearing, she had to be a Priest.

But her standing posture was strange.

Her head was drooped low and her body was tilted slightly, giving her an overall ominous aura. She wasn’t even leaning against a wall, so it didn’t seem possible to stand so staggeringly.

‘Wait.’

Seol Jihu’s eyes narrowed.

Her feet weren’t touching the ground…. They were floating.

[Neck.]

Hearing Flone’s voice, Seol Jihu finally realized the cause behind the ominous sensation.

He didn’t see it at first because of the darkness, but a rope tied to the ceiling was wrapped around the Priest’s neck.

That was why she was tilted.

Seol Jihu tightened his grip on the Ice Spear.

‘What exactly happened here?’

He had only climbed up one floor. How could the atmosphere change so much?

An odd silence that muffled even the sound of breaths filled the air, and the hanging corpse began to suddenly wobble.

Like a broken marionette, its limbs swayed side to side before turning halfway around and creaking its head up.

Next….

“!”

When Seol Jihu saw her black eye sockets that had been dug out, he clenched his mouth.

Instead of screaming, he fixed his posture right away. His spear spat out blue flames, and, in his left...