2025-11-03 22:29:32The first thing Alex smelled was rot.
Not from the museum. From the guard standing in front of him. Or rather— What was left of him. The man's neck bent the wrong way, skin gray, eyes empty. Cold vapor curled around his body like fog leaking from a freezer. Too early, Alex thought. This shouldn’t happen for days. Twisted Ghouls only appeared after the Haunting reached full strength. But something in this timeline was already breaking. The ghoul twitched once. Then it moved. “Th…ief…” it gurgled, voice bubbling like thick mud. It lunged. Fast. Too fast for Alex’s untrained twenty-one-year-old body. His soldier instincts reacted instantly—step to the left, drop the shoulder, break its balance— But his muscles didn’t respond the way his past-life training demanded. He stumbled. Hit a display case. Glass cracked under his weight. The ghoul’s fingers sliced down, leaving streaks of frost on the air. Touch that, and he’d die. Not from the wound— but from the cold spirit inside it. He rolled aside, chest burning, ribs aching. Think. Tools. Environment. Momentum. He scanned the room. Mirrors, charms, scrolls—junk. Museum pieces couldn’t hold real power yet. But— There. A bronze ritual bell. Thick, heavy, marked with old Taoist seals. Not a weapon, but close enough. Alex sprinted—more like staggered—to it. The ghoul charged. Alex lifted the bell with both hands. It was heavier than he expected. His arms shook. Sweat mixed with blood on his palms. Timing. He stepped in. Not away. The ghoul swung an arm. Cold wind brushed Alex’s cheek. He ducked under and slammed the bell into its chest. The impact rang through his bones. A muffled boom exploded outward. The air warped. A shrill, silent scream tore free from the ghoul’s chest as bronze light flared. Then— The body crumpled to the floor. A dark mist peeled out of it like smoke, twisting once before dissolving. Alex leaned on the bell, gasping, blood dripping down his wrist. Weak body. Strong mind. That was the truth now. He looked at the Nine-Turn Coffin Lock in his other hand. It pulsed—once—like a heartbeat. He’d survived. Barely. His phone vibrated hard against his hip. “Alex!” Mei Lin’s voice exploded through the speaker. “The camera feed just spiked—alarms are half fried! Did you trigger something?” Alex wiped sweat and dust from his face. “No. Something triggered me.” “That’s not funny,” she snapped. “There’s movement all over the building. You need to leave—now.” “I’m trying,” Alex said, scanning the dark hall. A trail of frost crept across the tiles. The Haunting wasn’t ten days away. It had already started leaking. He moved toward the maintenance hallway, keeping low, footsteps silent. The lights flickered. A shadow crossed the stairwell. Alex froze. Not police. Not human. Judges…? Too early for that too. He slipped behind a pillar as voices echoed: “Police! Stop right there!” A flashlight beam swept the hall. It stopped on the dead guard’s twisted body. “What—what happened to—” The cop choked mid-sentence. Something dragged him out of sight. The flashlight rolled across the floor in a slow circle. Silence followed. Alex gritted his teeth. The police weren’t the threat anymore. The building wasn’t safe. The world wasn’t waiting for ten days. It was already breaking. He sprinted toward the maintenance corridor. The door was jammed—hinges rusted, metal warped. No time. He lifted the bronze bell again, hands trembling. Brought it down on the hinge. Clang. The sound echoed through the concrete. “Movement! East wing!” a voice shouted somewhere above. Alex slammed the bell again. Clang. The hinge snapped. The door sagged forward. He kicked it in. Behind it was a narrow vertical shaft. Dark. Deep. A forgotten dumbwaiter tunnel. Perfect. He heard footsteps approaching from the hallway. No more thinking. He stepped into the shaft— —and fell into darkness. End of Chapter 4
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