บท 110: All's Well In Hell's Hell

"Am I going crazy?" He mumbled to himself.

It was as he stood there, reaching towards the wall did the true nature of his environment begin to unravel itself before him; the walls around spiraled and extended outward, leaving him stumbling as he reached out towards something fleeting.

Those dull, clammy wooden planks began to peel, releasing a miasmic air as cockroaches began to seep out from the spaces between the boards.

The corridor had been forcibly widened, being triple the width it was just a moment ago as soot and grime clung to the floorboards now.

"What the…?!" He yelled out, stumbling back.

It rang in his ears; something inexplicable, and something inhuman.

This was not the hall he fell asleep in; it was something malicious–that much he knew from his instinct alone.