Louis stomped his foot ten times, shut his eyes tight and jumped to the left.
It felt like he'd passed through a thin, damp veil — the sensation made him snap his eyes open, and what he saw next made him freeze.
The place was shrouded in strange shades of red and black — the black belonged to the darkness, while the red came from the lights.
Darkness had swallowed the entire Supermarket S-54, leaving only the crimson lamps illuminating the butcher counter and a small patch of space beyond.
At this moment, Louis's height was only about a meter and thirty centimeters; everything within his sight loomed far larger than usual.
Suddenly, the sharp clang of a cleaver striking a cutting board echoed through the air — loud, reverberating, becoming the only sound in this place.
Louis almost trembled with each resounding clang. Just then, an irritated voice came from behind him:
"A kid? Why the hell is there a kid here?! What's the guard team even doing?!"
