It was a dark red eye the size of a small house, with no pupil inside. Charles had seen it before; the eyeball Anna stitched onto her own body was from this thing.
The giant eyeball rapidly ascended, becoming a crimson moon in the darkness. But for Charles, this was no good sign, because the eye's gaze still lingered on him.
There wasn't just one eyeball. As sticky eyelids in the shadows began to part, the ceiling of the labyrinth was once again covered with countless dark red eyes.
Charles forced himself to stifle the panic threatening to sweep over him. He could not lose his nerve now; years skirting the edge of death had taught him, the more you panic in moments like this, the faster you die.
"What to do? I must find a way out," several thoughts flashed rapidly through Charles's mind. Taking advantage of the moment before the entity's next move, Charles decided to take a gamble.
