Clank! The heavy iron door opened slightly.

Shaaa…! A mysterious current flowed through the gap that was the width of only half a finger. It was a very thick and chilly gust of air that unconsciously provoked a sense of revulsion.

Screech! Screeeech! Although only one door was opened, they could hear the sound of other doors opening one by one. Fear-stricken, Yunael blanched and had to firm their resolve once again as they looked at the opened door. They had stepped forward, pretending to be cool, but—

“Ick!” They turned away and immediately ran back to where their comrades were. There was something very ominous on the other side of the door. Yunael would rather fight monsters than spirits and hated things like this.

“I-It opened—?” Yunael bolted in a hurry before coming to a sudden stop. They heard someone stepping on mud from behind them.

“Gi, GiGit…Gigit…Gigiggigissst…!” Creepy and incomprehensible noises followed. However, these noises weren’t what stopped Yunael’s steps—it was the vicious malice that Yunael could feel right on their skin, which made them think they should never look back. It was an evil and terrifying malice that made them question why anyone would hate them so much.

However, they couldn’t stand still like this. Yunael struggled to turn their head and was able to clearly see who the enemy was. ‘That’s…!’

It was the portrait lady they had seen in the first passageway. Yunael almost didn’t recognize her because her face was different from the painting. Her naked body was dark as most of it had rotten off, and her face was even more grotesque. Bloody tears streaked...