The walls of the corridor were maroon in colour. That said, this wasn’t the colour of the paint. It was borne out of the fact that the entire wall was simply so old and mottled that the original hue of the walls could no longer be seen.

Moreover, there were countless scratch marks, bloody handprints and irregular and distorted writing everywhere on the walls. Meanwhile, the MV Sewol abruptly slowed down in the corridor, almost as though it had just encountered the most terrifying Yin spirit ever.

The MV Sewol filled up the entire space of the corridor. The electric lights hanging overhead snapped and flickered, shedding light on the benches lining both sides of the long corridor.

They looked no different from the benches placed around at old hospitals.

The green paintwork on these benches were already fading away and flaking off, only to be covered with a new coat of black and red bloodstains. That said, what was most striking about these benches was the fact that… there were actually still people seated on them!

And they were all wearing the uniforms issued to them by the mental asylum to boot!

Some were even wearing straitjackets with their arms bound tightly behind them. Most of them had their heads tilted back, revealing eyes that were clearly out of focus as they drooled endlessly on...