A pair of emerald eyes pressed tightly against the crack of the door, staring into the compartment.
Wei Zhe had been staring at the crack in the door as well, and when he met those emerald eyes, he shuddered violently, recoiled, and pressed his back tightly against the toilet's water tank.
"Wei, Zhe, open, the, door, I, see, you." The puppet spoke; its voice was hoarse, neither male nor female, and each word was squeezed out, "Come, out."
Wei Zhe's face was pale, his forehead covered in sweat, his shirt soaked, and his body trembled minutely out of his control, yet he had no intention of opening the door. He even placed his feet on the toilet seat to distance himself further from the monster outside.
The giant puppet felt angry at Wei Zhe's actions, straightening its body, the joints making the creaking sound of an old wooden door.
Raising its arm, with a "crack," the giant puppet smashed the door of the compartment into pieces, as if it were not a door but a fragile wafer.
