The moment the door opened, Calvin realized something was wrong.

He hadn't even seen what the man outside the door looked like, but his body had already worked before his brain—the aura of distorted darkness was so thick that it quickly awakened the dread that had brought Calvin so much time ago.

It doesn't matter who that guy is, or maybe ...... It's "what", it's staring at itself.

Calvin didn't know why, he just had a "gut feeling" that was screaming "danger!" in his body right now.

As soon as it was too late, Calvin pressed his shoulders against the door as he tried to close it again, but it was too late.

A white hand poked out from behind the door, it wasn't a living man's hand.

Even a cockroach can tell this, even though it looks indistinguishable from a normal human hand: slender fingers, smooth nails, broad palms, and delicate, dry skin.

But anyone who just looks at it, no, just feels it, knows it's not a fucking human hand.

Beneath that seemingly pale skin swelled something that normal humans refused to explore and refuse, something that humans had been running away from for thousands of years by relying on ignorant witchcraft, religion, or science.

And now, that hand was firmly on the door.

Calvin quickly left the door, and he didn't need to try to know that when the hand was there, the door would never be closed again.

He felt terrible.

In a trance, he vaguely remembered the words he kept muttering to himself when he had a nervous breakdown.

What bullshit to close the door or something.

And now, alone, with a brass lamp, standing in a mess of bedrooms, staring blankly at his door.

Behind the tiny crack in the door was pitch black.

Even the glow of the previous dim sconces had completely vanished.

"My Darling......"

A hoarse voice large enough to make Calvin's blood clot came from behind the door.

Calvin's heart was beating out of control, and his eyes widened and he stared at the door, and he certainly wouldn't forget the sound—just a few minutes before he had nearly gone mad with fright.

It's just that before, the sound was only seen on old-fashioned cassette players.

But at this moment, it was behind the thin, closed door.

"Do you still like those gifts I have for you?"

There was a small creak of the doorway, and Calvin's breathing became more and more rapid, and the dark crack in the door gradually widened in his vision.

Calvin's back began to sting again, and he slowly lifted the lamp in his hand (thankfully he instinctively kept holding on to it) and aimed it at the door.

"Who are you?"

He asked, his voice hoarse as if it had been sandpapered.

"Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee......"

The other laughed from behind the door...... But perhaps, it's not laughter, but a poor imitation of human laughter by chaotic and irrational creatures. Calvin didn't expect to realize this at this time.

"You've finally noticed my ......"

The thing continued to mimic human language, muttering.

And its whispers sound so familiar.

Oh God, that's the voice of Vigilli.

Calvin had to force himself not to think about anything, not to think about why that inhuman thing had the voice of Virgil.

He didn't want to think about what had happened to the man with green eyes and soft curly hair—

The fragments kept flashing back to his mind.

The faint scent of citrus on Histu, his meek eyes, and the firmness with which Calvin was pushed into the room.

Damn it doesn't mean that everything will be fine?

Didn't you say that you don't have to worry about anything?

……

Calvin sensed that he was choking, and he was about to bite the tip of his tongue hard, and the blood gushed out, and he felt much better in the severe pain.

Then he felt as if his senses had become much sharper for a moment, and he could hear the sound of countless small scrapes under the sound of the thing, as if a hundred million spiders were dancing on the smooth paper, and the words he heard were pieced together from these small sounds.

The room was so dark that the shadows had gradually filled in as Calvin confronted the unspeakable, the unspeakable, the incomprehensible in horror. Before I knew it, the faint blue moonlight that had been spilling through the window in the room had been completely engulfed.

A hazy and thick fog rose on the beach, and a thick fishy smell emanated from the mist.

Calvin trembled all over, and his teeth collided with each other with a very small click.

He wished he could faint now, but in fact he was almost there, his vision was blurry, and it was extremely difficult to focus his vision in the dark. Waves of dizziness beat at his nerves, and his body was at its limit. stay

Thankfully, in the midst of all his emotions, Calvin still retained his fear.

The great fear bit at him, forcing him to keep the last shred of clarity.

"Who are you?"

Calvin asked again.

The voice was faint, almost moaning.

"I'm ...... Zizi ...... I'm ......."

The voice answered him again.

But the wonderful thing was that whenever it tried to answer Calvin's question, the sound of the electric current, which seemed to be so badly disturbed, would drown out the answer.

"I want to dedicate you to hiss...... Hiss ......"

Whatever it was, it was clear that it was getting agitated.

Its simulation of sound becomes more and more clumsy, and the end of the sentence is quickly obscured by the rhythmic friction sound.

"My ...... Hiss...... Love...... Ah......h

Calvin's nerves jumped.

The white hand slowly stretched out anxiously through the dark crack in the door, its simulated hand unusually thin, like a skeleton with pale hand bones wrapped in dry human skin, and like a giant white spider.

Then, at the edge of the crack in the door, another hand appeared.

And then another.

One more ......

It was as if countless people were crowding behind the door and sticking out their hands, and in an instant the crack in the door was filled from top to bottom with countless thin, slender and pale hands, and their nails were frantically scraping the thin bedroom door.

"Rustling ......"

Well, at least now Calvin knew that his previous judgment was correct, and that there was indeed a lot of rubbing in that thick, fishy darkness.

The word "fear" has no way to describe how Calvin felt at this moment.

The thing wanted him. Calvin thought.

And it's very powerful—a very different kind of power than normal humans can understand, or the kind of force that relies on firearms after the development of technology......

That kind of twisted and massive.

If Calvin had a choice, he would have wanted to nuke the thing behind the door, but the reality was that the only weapon he had on hand right now was the brass lamp.

Calvin didn't even know what the hell was waiting for.

If they really want to get him away (which might be a nod to his childhood nightmare: a demon in the cupboard pounces out and drags him into the closet), then why don't they just do it?

Why was it tormenting his nerves so continuously and slowly?

Continuously, with difficulty, they tried to get through the crack in the door, but ......

But they can't.

Calvin struck a sudden agitator, and before he knew it, his chaotic brain was a little clearer.

Then he noticed that there was still a faint light in the dark-eroded room.

It was by relying on the light that he could observe so clearly all the movements of the white hands in the crack in the door.

Calvin lowered his head, then his pupils narrowed.

The light came from the lamp in his hand—

It was a very faint light, so dim that it seemed to be extinguished in the next second, but in the darkness of the window and the door, it still trembled and wrapped Calvin in a halo.

Calvin looked at the lamp in his hand in a daze, he followed the lamp line in the direction of the bedside table, and then about a meter away from the bedside table, he saw the plug that had fallen off and fell lonely on the carpet. The light is obviously not plugged in, but it is shining.

"What the is this-"

Calvin frowned and subconsciously raised the lamp in his hand.

He felt a current of heat that stretched from his eyebrows to his back, the heat that had been gathering from the two scars that had been causing him severe pain from countless infections began to heat up.

Then, the heat ran down the invisible channels in his body, slowly spreading along his shoulders, his arms, his fingers.

Call......

With Calvin's breathing rate, the mass-produced brass table lamp, which was available on eBay, became brighter and brighter.

"Calvin ......"

Calvin heard a low roar from the thing.

A thought flashed through him, and he picked up the lamp and walked towards the bedroom door.

Just as Calvin had thought, the white hands (which looked more and more like nightmares on closer inspection) shrank back into the darkness behind the door like light-fearing anemones.

"I love ...... Hiss...... I......

The thing screamed, and of course, a normal person wouldn't have been able to make out the difference from the disgusting sound, but once again, the "intuition" in Calvin's body came into play.

Stimulated by the inexplicable light, the thing behind the door was feeling pain.

Calvin's heart was pounding, and a wave of ecstasy came to him.

"No matter what...... No matter what shit you are...... Get the fuck out of here......"

Calvin muttered nervously as he abruptly took another step forward.

The lights have become brighter –

The fingers that filled the crack in the door let out a small scream, then quickly dried up and turned gray in the light, and finally turned into a gray-white powder that floated into the foul-smelling air at a speed visible to the naked eye, and disappeared suddenly before it could fall on the carpet.

Finally, in the light as bright as day, there was only a pale hand, the first one resting on the crack in the door.

"My Love......"

Calvin heard a sigh.

There was no wavering, no pain, no grinding that seemed to be broken out of weakness.

There is only madness and joy.

No - no!

Calvin's heart squeezed.

He jerked back behind him, but the thing had reached at an unbelievable speed.

It caught Calvin.

"Ahh

The moment it touched Calvin, Calvin began to scream.

The brass lamp, which had been expelled from other foreign objects, suddenly became so bright that it seemed to set the whole room on fire, so bright that there was no shadow of everyone or anything here.

Including the shadow behind the crack in the door.

Calvin was almost close to seeing it, but the blinding brightness lasted only for an unusually brief moment.

"Click-"

With the sound of the bulb glass shattering, the light went out.

Calvin was dragged out in the darkness.

There was only an abyss outside the door.

Yes, beyond the bedroom door, it was supposed to be a hallway on the second floor. Calvin had confronted the painful corpse there.

But now there is no ground there.

The moment he dragged it out, Calvin felt himself falling into a pool of sticky, icy asphalt.

He's sinking.

There are a lot of things...... Slippery, tentacle-like stuff wrapped around his limbs, round suckers piercing his skin and wrapping him around to death.

Then they tugged at him and pulled him down little by little.

Calvin could hardly make any effective resistance, for his mind was already on the verge of being shattered at the moment of being captured by something invisible and dark.

He felt darkness, pain, crookedness, madness...... His back hurt so much that it felt like it was about to burn.

In a trance, he felt as if he should do something.

But Calvin couldn't move, he was in so much pain that something had penetrated deep into his body and held him in place from the inside of him.

He couldn't make any movements, he didn't react, the only thing he could feel was despair, a near-devastating blow to his soul.

Despair, despair, despair, despair, help me, help me, help me—

Help me—

[Get out of here—]

A roar pierced the chaotic and viscous darkness.

It wasn't even a "language", but closer to the roar of some huge, monstrous beast.

But somehow, Calvin felt that he could understand the complex meaning of the beast's roar.

Crazy, stormy rage.

The meaning of expulsion.

Mark.

Monopoly.

Declared sovereignty.

……

All the information fused together, and finally turned into a roar that acted on the soul.

In a trance, Calvin felt as if he had been bitten on the neck.

It was a huge beast with sharp, dagger-like teeth and plump, ornate fur.

And at this moment, the beast bit the back of his neck hard, but he didn't feel the sting, he only felt very relieved. The mud that had been as sticky as asphalt suddenly came to naught, and Calvin could only feel himself being taken out of the depths by the beast.

The feeling turned out to be somewhat familiar.

It seems like a long, long time ago, he had suffered something similar.

Calvin thought hazy.

At that moment, memories, delusions, and reality merge with each other, turning into a re-enactment of the scene of the last moment before the coma.

[Brush lala-la-la-]

It was as if it was raining.

The wings on the back are festering, and the pain is severe.

And he was boiling hot all over his body, and he was having a fever.

He seemed to be very small, and when he curled up, his body could be completely covered by the huge wings behind his back.

And it was at that time that the same beast appeared beside him.

The beast had bright red, hellfire-like pupils.

It approached him and bit him, its teeth piercing his skin, blood running down and licking clean from the hot wet tongue.

"Moser. ”

Calvin whispered.

He didn't know why he had suddenly called out the name.

In fact, he didn't even know if he was in a coma or awake.

Calvin's sanity had reached the limit of his senses, and he desperately opened his eyes wide, and in the blurred vision, he vaguely saw a black dog larger than a bull.

Not far from the black dog was a door.

Very obtrusive and quirky door.

Erected in the middle of an empty hallway for no apparent reason.

Then, Calvin finally fainted. He should be thankful that he was unconscious, because after losing his mind, he didn't have to face what happened next—

The strange, alien door slowly opened.

A young man stood behind the door, smiling at the green-eyed man at the other end of the hallway. And these two people have almost identical faces.

The same emerald green eyes, the same handsome faces, the same vicious and cold expressions, and the same malice and anger towards each other.

If there is any difference between the two, it is probably that the green-eyed youth in reality is far more embarrassed than the one on the inside of the door.

His body was covered in sticky blood, and his wrists and neck were blackened, as if someone had been beating him with charred coals.

There were some abrasions on the joints between his cheekbones and fingers, which looked painful, but Red Deer didn't seem to realize the wounds.

The dark mist that had enveloped the entire villa slowly dissipated, and they curled up into slender strips like living creatures, slowly converging at the other end of the door.

[I'll tear you to pieces and eat it bite by bite-]

Red Deer stared gloomily at the shadow that seemed to be his own mirror image, as if he was not surprised by the other party's appearance.

He will be mine. 】

His mirror image said softly, but only the red deer could feel that the unusually chaotic and evil aura was eroding reality.

He will never fall where you are. 】

Red Deer replied.

He raised his hand afar toward the door.

[Crunch——]

The door made a strange, overwhelmed squeezing sound.

The seemingly ordinary door shaft was slowly turning, and the door was closing.

Some black asphalt-like liquid was squeezed out of the gaps in the parts as the axle turned.

At the same time, the eyes of the young man inside the door turned pitch black, and black asphalt-like liquid poured out of his eyes, ears, and mouth, and soon enveloped his entire body.

He will. 】

But the tone of the young man inside the door was still so steady, and he stared at the red deer outside the door with his dark pupils.

[I will be you...... I will be ...... His...... Lover's ......】

Hearing the other party's last words, the aura on the red deer became more and more chaotic and cruel.

He snapped his palms together.

[Bang-]

The door slammed shut.

There seemed to be some kind of invisible, silent scream of pain in the air.

And almost at the same moment, the red deer stumbled and fell to the ground.

"Whew...... Whew......"

He gasped heavily, a large amount of blood spilling out of his eyes and mouth—in a way, coinciding with the "he" in the previous door.

It was a long time before the red deer could barely hold himself up, and he rushed to Calvin, who was lying on the ground without a sound, and shivered and stroked the latter.

Calvin's breathing was weak, but steady.

"Click-"

In the obvious sound of electricity, the wall lamps that had been extinguished were turned on again, and the light flickered dimly.

Red Deer stared obsessively at Calvin's pale face in a coma.

He stroked Calvin's eyes and lips, and after a long time, let out a strange laugh.

"My love...... My angel ......"

He repeated, sweetly, again, and again.

When he touched Calvin, his flesh was charred again, and then it smelled of sulfur. 166 Reading Network