บท 110: Communication, the Key to a Healthy Player-Journalist Relationship

Upon stepping through the portal to the Fourth Floor, for the first time so far, Neve was not teleported to an open space. Instead, it looked like the safe zone that they'd been teleported to was a lab of some sort. 

To the right, Neve saw a rusty metal table with test tubes, half-broken flasks, pipettes, and some sprawled-out notebooks. To the left, she found some bookshelves and a bed, though it was covered in so much dust that Neve had no intention of laying in it, along with some strangely oversized clothes. Clearly, whatever species this world belonged to were quite a bit larger than humans. The size of the room hinted at that fact as well. 

Behind her was a black couch with an old skeleton on it and up ahead was one singular brown door. 

All around her, decorating all of these parts she'd just seen, was blood that had long since dried.