The building Shindo entered only had one room. The floor, walls, and ceiling were all covered with stone tiles, while the corners had ivory pillars. Other than that, the room was devoid of any notable features.

"Wasn't there supposed to be something 'special' for me here?" Shindo wondered.

He started wandering around the room, hoping to find the answer to his question. After pacing back and forth for what seemed like the tenth time, Shindo to feel a breeze around his legs. The part of the room he stood in seemed a bit colder than the other areas. He kneeled and discovered a crack in the lower part of the furthest wall from the entrance. Suddenly, he felt an urge to see what was behind it.

To Shindo's right, a pickaxe seemingly appeared out of nowhere. He grabbed it and started hacking away at the opening. Soon enough, he created a good-sized hole large enough for a person to crawl inside.

Once Shindo started crawling, he noticed something bright at the end of the passageway he created. When he reached the light, he found himself in shock at what he saw.

He was in his apartment.

"How the hell did I end up here?!" Shindo shouted to nobody in particular.

The initial shock wore off, but a new problem arose: Shindo smelled smoke. Sprinting toward the source, he discovered the picture above his bedroom wall caught on fire. Rather than running away, Shindo stood on his bed and stared at the sight.

A few seconds passed, and then something in the fire appeared.

The man Shindo encountered in the previous dream gave off the most sadistic grin he had ever seen.