In the final moment before entering the screen, Fu Tailan heard a distant, exasperated female voice.
The figure from Room 201, the one responsible for the explanations, seemed to have returned at some point. He didn't know how long she'd been back, but she finally couldn't stop herself from cursing, "What the hell? Another one got—"
The rest of the sentence was cut off by the screen.
Fu Tailan's body merged into the screen, numb and unfeeling. His vision blurred, and he once again found himself inside Apartment 208—this time, in the reality behind the television screen.
The apartment was steeped in a darkness so thick it seemed to be caked in dust, swallowing all light. The television that had been by the door was gone.
He switched on his flashlight and swept its beam around the narrow living room. There was no television here, either.
Fu Tailan silently opened the door and stepped into the hallway.
