I sucked in a breath and looked down.
My body, hidden beneath an old hospital bed in the dark, reeking of disinfectant.
My hand gripping the camcorder.
And over it, another hand had shot out and seized it.
“…!!”
Instinctively, I twisted my body, trying to wrench my hand free. But the hand clutching the camcorder was dragging it out violently, trying to snatch it away and pull me out from under the bed.
‘No!’
I twisted harder, trying to reclaim the camcorder. But strangely, as though it had already been decided from the start, my body was dragged out from beneath the bed. Outside the bed, the fate awaiting the camcorder’s owner had already been prepared. The first cameraman is found atop a hospital bed, his lower body neatly dissected. The second recording begins with the hideous scream of the one who discovers him.
Thud!
Something long stabbed down into the strange hand that had been yanking on my camcorder.
“…!”
A ballpoint pen.
When I looked up, Baek Saheon was there, his face drained white, twisting the pen as he drove it down into the back of that hand.
“Ah.”
Blood spattered from the patient’s hand gripping the camcorder.
The moment the back of that hand twitched from a sudden muscular spasm—
Baek Saheon yanked the camcorder hard.
“……!”
I kicked the bed leg with all my strength.
The hospital bed above our heads lurched forward violently. Screeeech! Its wheels squealed and rattled as it rolled, shoving the “patient” back and pinning it into the wall.
Bang!
The hand that had grabbed for the camcorder tore free.
“Go!”
I grabbed Baek Saheon by the nape and bolted backward like mad.