Opening the door, through the entrance, entering the living room.
Aria Jackson divided the team into three groups: one was responsible for installing bombs, another for ensuring the safety of the installation crew, and the last led by her, headed to the master bedroom on the second floor.
Reaching the stairway corner, they saw black tar-like sticky liquid seeping down the stairs, just the sight made their scalps tingle.
Moving further, the corridor floor was almost covered with black liquid, leaving no place to step.
Cherry, being brave, tried stepping on it and laughed, "Hey? Seems okay."
Aria sighed in relief, "It might be the protective suit isolating us, everyone still needs to be cautious, try not to expose your skin to the air."
The others echoed their agreement.
Continuing further in, the liquid became more abundant, the floor was slippery, and they proceeded with increasing caution.
Throughout, cries for help persisted intermittently from the bedroom.
