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One moment he was in the prison basement, and the next it seemed he had returned to Purple Wisteria Academy. What was even more chilling was that with every few steps he took forward, the hallucinations became increasingly terrifying.
The teacher in the solitary confinement room started having convulsive spasms, and the "remedy" tools in his hand transformed into a dazzling array of dissection instruments.
The student restrained in the chair had his abdomen cut open, and there were people who had lost their eyes, only able to stare out the door with their blood-dripping, hollow eye sockets.
Considering that this place was somewhere in D Zone, the last thing it lacked was peculiar psychics.
She reminded Gustav, "This time, our enemy is likely a disruption-type psychic."
Abandoning physical contact, directly affecting at a mental level, she knew there were not many who could achieve this.
"I know."
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