Something was wandering in their previous office area, searching everywhere.
Searching for traces of survivors.
"Scratch—"
"Scratch—"
"Scratch—"
At the same time, the frequency of the printer's noise accelerated, becoming increasingly rapid, and the thing that was searching for them grew more agitated, continuously toppling objects with loud crashes, creating a chaotic mess.
Finally, with a loud "boom," Chen Moting distinctly felt the ground beneath her tremble, as if something had exploded, most likely that out-of-control printer.
But that wasn't the most troublesome part; there was a fire outside, and it was spreading uncontrollably. Even though there weren't many obstructions in the hallway, temporarily preventing the spread, the thick smoke had already begun to permeate the corridor.
Only those who have truly experienced a fire understand that those burned to death by flames are few; most victims die from inhaling toxic smoke, suffering from poisoning or asphyxiation.
