143 The Fifth Floor

"Where are you going, little fire?" echoed a cold and indifferent female voice. "Come here, I promise it won't be hurt…"

A pitter-patter sound of footsteps reverberated inside the tunnel-like maze in the opposite direction to where the voice came from; a figure of a young boy running frantically overlapped with his recurring shadow away from the voice.

A look of horror was painted on his face, and his body was soaked in the cold sweat before it quickly evaporated.

The boy was running so fast that he occasionally lost his balance, stumbling and falling, but he didn't care and continued rushing without even looking back once, just like a little rabbit chased by a big bad wolf.

He literally ran for his life.

"What the hell with that female human?! No, no, no… she isn't a human… she is a demon… evil demon!"