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“I wasn't stari-” “Yes you were.” His stupid smirk was pure provocation. “Shut up.” I escaped down the hall, muttering under my breath but stopped mid step when something caught my eye. A door. Not your normal door, to be fair this isn't your normal house either. But this doke was different. Heavy steel instead of sleek wood which was reinforced with thick bolts. It was matte black like it had been designed for a bunker and it was locked. Curiosity kills the cat.

Nevertheless, even though he had said he trusted Grace, he wasn't so reckless as to fully trust a stranger in a bizarre world like this. Staring at the metal door, Adro took a step back to look at it from bottom to top and repeated it. ‘This is strange. How do I open it? Those people brought Grace to the room too quickly earlier, so I didn't have a chance to observe more how they used this door. He touched the door and clucked because there were no knobs on its surface. The door was made of metal, like the doors to the treasure rooms in the castle. However, there were two doors, and in the middle of them was a box with two round buttons glowing yellow.

“Okay. Let’s go down another floor.” Taking the stairs again, we continue down the floors until we reach a set of metal doors. Rowan runs his hands across the doors. “This one has no card reader.” Stopping beside him, I run my gaze across the door. There are no windows on the door, only a large symbol. “How are we going to get in?” I think out loud. Rowan presses his ear against the door for a moment. “I hear something.” Mimicking his move, I press my ear against the door and listen. Several seconds pass before a muffled cry reaches my ears. Flinching back, I look at Rowan. “Do you think it’s human?”

“It’s so beautiful.” “Crimson, why did this place have so many doors?” Grant asked when they passed so many corridor. Each corridor have six ice crystal doors which already engraved with number. “We will made this place as an inn, as well. Don't worry, the rooms are warm and comfortable enough to sleep in. If you want to stay the night, please tell me.” Said the snowman with red scarf when they almost reached the last door that connected to the rooftop. A snowman with black bow tie guard the door and smiled faintly when saw them. “Hello, Crimson.”

I don't know why he forbids me to come in. I tried to open his door and I'm surprised because it's not locked. I secretly smiled because of that. I opened it fully, his room's motif is black and gray. Typical color for boys, there's also a white part but it's not really noticeable. His room is big just like mine, I looked around and I saw a door, why does he have a lot of doors here? I know that one is for a bathroom and a walk in closet but what's the others for? I walked towards the first one and tried to open it but it's locked. Why is this locked when his front door is not? Is his brain not in the right place?

Boris asked suddenly. Mobius frowned and said, “Four.” “I’m not sure. It may be one more than we thought,” Dorian said quietly in a profound manner. Five? Gosh! Such a person was simply a rare existence! Roxy blinked her pretty eyes and suddenly said, “Don’t forget the fourth door, the one that doesn’t exist. I just had a strange idea.” “What idea?” Mobius asked. Roxy glanced at Philip who was standing there, thought for a while, and shook her head before saying, “Forget it, I can’t be certain.”

The friend raised his eyebrows and replied: "I'm just going to have fun with you." It's time for you two to find a manager and lead you to the hallway. The scene in front of them was three or four men crouched on the ice-cold floor. Jane was leaning against the wall playing with a lighter next to him was a girl who looked also pretty but relatively immature. Suppressing their curiosity, they called for an hour. "Mr. Jane." Jane heard the new call to look up, seeing who they had come to collect the lighter indifferently replied:

Lord Brarthroroz strode forward a few paces and frowned as he focused intently on each door for a few moments before returning to the group. "The door to the left …I'm not sure what lays behind there but my best guess is that it extends further inwards into the heart of these ruins. I would suggest sending two of the mimics for support with a small force to explore a little way." Lord Brarthroroz advised, his face serious, "There may be cells beyond…but I cannot say for sure." "The door to the right… I am certain they hold a flesh crafter there," Lord Brarthroroz continued with a growl, "The stench of rotting flesh emanates from there so it is possible you will encounter greater resistance t

As gorgeous as the room was, no one was in it. “Where are they?” Jamira was as confused as I was. She turned to face me, then grabbed my hand. She pulled me along as she dragged me down the hall to another door. This door was the color of blood. As I looked at it, I could see the color move like water. It was like someone actually put blood on the door, and it was steadily flowing down. Nothing hit the floor, nor came from above the door. The door knob was a skull. “Are we going in there?” I asked, trying to pull my hand away. I didn’t want to go through that door. The idea of what could be behind it scared me… A lot scared me.

Only the part above the chest and hands remained in the position of pressing against the door. She looked like a melting snowman. As the woman let out a long howl, the bronze door, which had originally appeared, suddenly began to tremble. At the same time, a buzzing sound could be heard. The next moment, under everyone's gaze, a gap slowly opened. Although it was just a gap, for this bronze door, which was seven or eight floors high, this gap was enough for four or five people to walk in side by side. Journey Doney waved at the crowd and motioned for them to walk ahead.