Play your fucking games, just go to bed. That's what Gu Mian actually wanted to say.
But, looking up at the countless hideous faces, then down at the chair leg in his hand, he asked, "Alright then, what do you want to play?"
Doctor, you seem a bit... cowardly, Fatty thought, glancing at Gu Mian, but he didn't say it aloud.
The faces above them started laughing.
As they laughed, all their faces twitched, and the entire tunnel ceiling began to move, rippling like waves of dark tide.
The laughter was terrifying, a 360-degree stereophonic assault that induced a depressing panic in anyone who heard it.
Then they began to speak, "Once, I, the noble one, was bound here by the rebellious Lower Class People. They threatened and killed me, and my furious soul became a face, stuck here.
