The bedroom window is originally facing the park of the apartment, normally the lights of the park are shining straight in, so the window curtains are always covered.

But today the room was abnormally dark, even if I took off the towel to cover my eyes, Peter Kent could not see her finger if she reached out her hand.

However, his eyes were closed, what he saw was also darkness, and could only use his ears and nose to perceive his surroundings.

He didn't know if it was over or not, but the feeling of danger was gone and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Whoa!!

A cold wind blew in his face carrying the stench of rotting flesh and blood that made him shiver. For a moment, all the fluff stood up, goosebumps rose, his nerves that hadn't had time to rest were once again taut like the strings of a guitar.

The feeling of death covered his entire body.

Peter Kent shivered violently, sweat drenched her shirt and even splashed on the floor.

Whoa!!

Another cold, stinking wind blew in his face. The winds took a steady rhythm to blow like...breathing.

Could it be…

At this moment, Peter Kent thought of a terrible thing that made his mind completely chaotic.

He thought... Ann Reed was definitely standing in front of him right now, face-to-face breathing cold air into him.

The two hands holding the knife behind his back unconsciously clenched his fists until they turned white, the sweat of his hands soaked the cloth wrapped around the knife handle.

His ears faintly heard someone's voice but could not determine from which direction.

Peter Kent was afraid, in his heart he did not dare to think much. Although in front of me was probably someone, echoing in this room was a voice.

The voice became clearer and clearer, the temperature was so low that Peter Kent's every breath was white smoke.

Two opposite breaths made the atmosphere even more stagnant.

Peter Kent…

Peter Kent..

Peter Kent…

“C-call me??”

Peter Kent suffered, he was so scared that his eyes welled with tears, he heard the call that was not simply calling him.

That voice was filled with hatred and danger as the icy wind enveloped him.

Peter Kent's teeth rattled as if they were about to burst.

Rumble!!

“Peter Kent!”

Suddenly, someone called out to him from outside the door.

Startled Peter Kent, he realized it was Steve's voice. That's right, Steve said he was going to his house just now

He wanted to scream, but luckily remembered the system's instructions.

[After chanting, you must be absolutely silent. You must not talk or open your blindfold.]

“Peter Kent!!”

Steve's voice grew louder.

"Bizarre?" Steve said to himself. In the quiet of the evening, Steve's voice reached Peter Kent's ears very clearly.

He gritted his teeth in pain so as not to make a sound.

Immediately after that he heard the sound of shoes hitting the floor farther and farther away, until he could no longer hear it, and in Peter Kent's heart a nameless despair appeared.

At this moment, there was a strange sound in the room.

The “scratch…scratch…” sound was like something was being dragged across the floor.

He felt around his feet what looked like hundreds of threads, no, to be more precise, countless hairs coiled around like tree roots clinging to a pole that began to entangle frantically.

Suddenly, he felt that the cold breath in front of him was a bit rushed again, constantly blowing on his face a foul stench.

Princess!!

Peter Kent jumped when he heard the doorknob behind him creak, taking a kind of speed and turning it slowly.

But he locked it, like someone outside was twisting the handle but couldn't open it.

The other person, probably because he couldn't open the door, started to frantically turn

Way way way way way!!

Accompanied by a loud banging on the door that sounded like a pounding drum.

Peter Kent felt the existence in front of him like he was afraid and hesitated. He was confused, he didn't know why he felt this way.

Inside, it was bone-chilling, outside was the sound of pounding on the door, and the doorknob was constantly being twisted with the shrill sound of metal colliding.

Peter Kent is in a dilemma. He didn't know what to do next.

Listen to the system continue to stand still or run away. But immediately he chose to stand still.

Thum!!!

An explosion resounded, and the door behind him was ripped open by a terrifying force.

From behind, a cold wind pierced his back like a knife, causing him to feel a cold feeling behind him as if his skin had been frozen.

The sound of the floor slamming down from overhead was like something crawling on the ceiling.

Thum!!!

Followed by the sound of the explosion, countless wood chips and dust hit him in the face, followed by the pitiful cry of a non-human species.

Just after howling for less than five seconds, the screaming stopped, replaced by the sound of munching on vegetables, the sound of bones being crunched, and the sound of swallowing reverberating through the air.

Sometimes accompanied by the sound of chewing, a little slimy liquid splashed on him.

Peter Kent did not dare to move, he did not know who ate who, even more did not know if the eater was another demon or Ann Reed.

He doesn't know, nor does he care.

Hearing the sound of swallowing that gave him goosebumps only made him hurry to leave this place.

Suddenly, all sounds stopped, but he didn't relax because of that. On the contrary, he was even more stressed.

The air grew heavier and colder, what seemed to be hair was gradually wrapping around him more and more.

The taste of death gripped his heart that was pounding like a battle drum.

Until now, no, from birth until now, this was the moment when he felt himself so close to death.

But he still didn't dare to move, didn't dare to look, didn't even dare to make any sound.

The hair like spider silk gradually wrapped around him turning him into a cocoon of hair. Peter Kent, wrapped in silk, was suddenly fearless, but there was an unusual calm in his heart.

That's right, he didn't understand why there was an aura in his heart that broke all the fear in his heart, giving him a feeling of warmth.

This feeling is so familiar, Peter Kent seems to forget everything and immerse himself in it. He felt that the safety was enveloping him, his nerves were as tight as the strings of a lute released, and the fatigue of many days was completely relieved.

Thousands upon thousands of hairs formed a soft cushion that made him relax.

Peter Kent doesn't care anymore, he's dead. At least before he died he was comfortable and not in pain.

After that…Not after that. His consciousness had sunk into darkness.

…

“W-where is this?”

He dimly found himself standing in the middle of the street again, the street lights above him no longer blinking.

It was dark around him, but he could still feel in the darkness there was a rustling sound as if there were hundreds of thousands of vines or something like that rubbing together.

He knows...it's hair.

Countless black hairs like squirming snakes filled the space, making this place as dark as ink.

But unlike last time, this time he found the unusual peace and familiarity. Like he had passed this place many times before.

Shaking his head, Peter Kent mocked himself, it's true that he's been through a lot, being threatened with death over and over again, not familiar.

Peter Kent looked around, there was hair everywhere, they were always entwined with each other, making it a little difficult for him to understand what their purpose was.

Everywhere you look, it's all hair, on the left, right, at your feet or even in the sky, everywhere is covered by hair.

How many people's hair does it take to do this? Hundred people? Thousands of people? Or millions of people?

But no matter how much hair he had, it revealed a gap where he stood, the hairs that had just reached the border of the light, were very obediently lying still, not daring to come any closer.

Peter Kent looked ahead, where it sounded like a voice was calling to him.

He focused on listening…

“Kent…Kent…Kent..”

He was startled, calling him Kent only one person...Ann Reed.

The sound that hit his ear didn't have the slightest bit of hatred or horror, but revealed extreme loneliness and suffering.

Peter Kent heard Ann Reed's tragic voice, his heart ached. Without fear, he lifted his legs forward even though there was only hair there.

Strangely, wherever he went, the streetlights followed him, and his hair moved out of the way to make way for him.

Peter Kent had walked more than a hundred steps when he saw a pool of blood in front of him, lying in the middle of the blood was a messy head of hair, his neck was chopped up, his flesh and blood were dirty, and even a part was revealed. blood-stained bones.

But he realized one thing. The hair that fell from the head spread out over a large area that covered the place.

So the hair in the entire place came from the head lying in a pool of blood in front of him.

Not knowing where Peter Kent got his courage, he stepped into the pool of blood and gently approached the head that was lying there.

Stepping closer, the light shines on him to see more things. In this pool of blood scattered everywhere were internal organs, limbs, fingers ... lying around.

“Huh..huh…”

Peter Kent suddenly stopped walking, the head of the person in front of him suddenly let out a pitiful sob.