I heard that noise again. Writing noise. But louder this time.
Since I was already looking at the paper, I saw that there was no new text on it.
As I slightly lifted my head, I realized a text was appearing on the wall in front of me as if someone was writing it with a marker.
"Yes, Daniel, who am I?" was written on the wall with bloody red color.
"Devil. You are the devil. You are the worst." I said without thinking, tears still falling.
I wasn't planning to answer the question, I just said what I felt. I wasn't in the situation to play these stupid games.
After my answer, the letter on the wall started to drip its color. The text became fluid and partially painted the wall in red.
Then it started to fade away slowly.
After a few seconds, the wall was white again.
At that time, a new text appeared.
"Answer was wrong. We will begin Game #3 in a few minutes. But before that…"
"Huh?" I blurted out since I didn't understand what was going on.
Considering that I was still holding my dad's lifeless body in my arms, it was hard for me to understand anything.
As I reread the text, I realised that the sentence was unfinished.
"Before that wha-" I tried to ask, but I stopped as a new door appeared.
It opened, and a tall man in a black suit with a bulletproof black mask on his face came through. He was wearing black gloves.
Since my eyes were still blurry, I couldn't see his shoes clearly, but they were probably Oxford shoes. At least their sound told me that.
He started to walk toward me as I tried to move back. But since I didn't want to leave my father's body, instead of going back, I started to threaten him.
"Don't come closer."
But he didn't listen and continued to come closer.
"I will kill you," I said with a shaky voice.
Of course, I couldn't kill him. Neither do I have the courage or tools for that.
But the problem was not killing him. It was not knowing what he would do.
As he came, he bent over and tried to reach me.
"No, get away," I screamed at him out of fear.
But he didn't listen. He held my arms, which I wrapped around my dad's body, and separated us.
Only now, I understand what he was planning.
He was trying to take his body away.
"No, don't take him," I said as I pushed his hands and hugged my dad again.
I was scared. Scared for my life. I was shaking unstoppably.
But I couldn't. I couldn't let my father be taken away. Even if he is dead, he is still my father.
Seeing this, the man looked at me through his mask.
With no emotions whatsoever, he straightened himself up.
Moved his right hand to his back as if he were reaching for something.
Suddenly, he pulled out a gun and pointed it at me.
Seeing this, I closed my eyes shut, hugging my father's body even tighter.
Without even waiting, he pulled the trigger.
Click!
I heard the sound, but it was not a loud gunshot. When I slowly opened my eyes, I saw him still pointing the gun towards me.
Knowing I am not dead, I took a deep breath unintentionally and continued breathing heavily.
"You gonna kill me too?" I screamed while my body was shaking.
"Let him go," said the man in front of me in a low-pitched voice. It sounded like he was using a voice changer.
"No," I said after seeing the gun.
It was an old gun from what I could see. It jammed when he shot me. It was probably not in good condition. This gave me a little courage to stand my ground.
"What are you gonna do? Shoot me with a jamming gun?"
"A Luger never jams twice," he said, as he moved the gun slightly to my right, pointing to my right ear, and pulled the trigger.
Bang!
"Aghh," I screamed in pain.
The bullet went through my ear, tearing it through. Even a part of it started to swing.
The man bent over and held that swinging part of my ear and tore it.
"Let him go," he said as he took my father's lifeless body from my arms.
He held him in his arms and dragged him towards the door, and went through it.
As he went, the door closed shut, but didn't disappear.
At this moment, the text on the wall changed.
"You will be playing game number 3. But, I will let you rest for a few minutes."
While I was reading the text, the door opened again, and a familiar face entered the room.
It was Luke, my deskmate!