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At that moment, another figure emerged from the company. When we finally recognized who it was, our astonishment was beyond measure!
The figure was clad in a black raincoat that concealed its entire body, wearing a terrifying mask that distorted its features, and wielding a rusty axe in its hand.
I shall refer to this mysterious masked figure as X (gender unknown).
X approached the entrance step by step, axe in hand. A Man glanced back and, upon seeing X pursuing him, let out a horrified scream, his face contorting in fear. It seemed that A Man had fled the company in such panic because he had seen X inside, armed with the menacing axe and looking intent on harm.
I too was struck by the horrifying appearance of X. I swallowed hard and stammered, “W-who is that?”
B Man bit his lip nervously. “It can’t be a prank, can it?”
C Girl, terrified, clung to B Man’s arm and began to cry, “It’s so scary! What does that masked person want?”
Just as we were discussing this, X had already reached A Man from behind. A Man, gripped by fear, wet himself and pounded desperately on the company’s door, using all his strength to shout, “Let me out! Help me!”
The force with which A Man struck the door made it thud loudly; however, it showed no signs of damage. This was because the door was made of tempered glass, making it difficult to break. Even if it were damaged, it wouldn’t shatter. In other words, without the key to the door, even if A Man managed to break it down, he would still be trapped inside since the glass wouldn’t crack.
Suddenly, X raised the axe high and swung it down violently towards A Man’s neck. B Man, C Girl, and I gasped in unison and instinctively took two steps back. Meanwhile, A Man pressed his hands and face tightly against the glass door; his features twisted in extreme pain and despair.
With a chilling sound, the axe struck A Man's neck. At the same moment, he let out a scream as blood gushed from his head, splattering against the glass door.
B Man, C Girl, and I stood frozen in terror with our mouths agape, our minds blank with fear. Before we could comprehend what had just happened, X yanked the axe from A Man's neck and swung again at his head. A Man rolled his eyes back; his lips parted as if to scream, but it seemed as though something was lodged in his throat, allowing only a low whimper to escape.
The axe swung through the air, slicing past A Man's face and severing his right ear. A muffled groan escaped him as his hands went limp, and his body slid slowly down against the glass door. But X was relentless, bringing the axe down on A Man's head repeatedly, more than ten times, until A Man's skull was a bloody mess, and the glass door was stained red with blood and brain matter.
B Man, C Girl, and I witnessed this heart-stopping murder in real time, with only a sheet of glass separating us from the perpetrator X and the victim A Man. We could almost feel the warm, viscous blood and the nauseating brain matter on the glass, an experience that far exceeded our capacity for fear. We huddled together tightly, our limbs weak and trembling uncontrollably.
A Man was already dead, his body sliding down slowly. At that moment, X tossed the axe to the ground and turned away, walking slowly toward the Executive Director's office.
The door to the Executive Director's office faced the company's main entrance. Standing outside, we could clearly see the office door through the glass entrance. X approached it with deliberate steps as the door stood open.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang—the body of A Man exploded. B Man, C Girl, and I froze for a moment, staring at A Man's corpse as explosions erupted from his chest, hands, waist, and legs like fireworks from head to toe. The explosions lasted four or five seconds before A Man's body was torn apart into pieces that fell to the ground and scattered everywhere. The company's glass door was left riddled with cracks; however, due to being tempered glass, it remained intact without shattering.
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