The headless butcher encountered upon appearance, the ceramic doll with a sinister smile at the corner of its mouth, numerous humanoid specimens with hollowed-out chests, shadow-like blood footprints, eerie paintings emitting strange cries, one's reflection in the mirror seeming long dead, a system panel dyed crimson red, the darkness encroaching every minute outside the window, unshakable whispers in the ears, Tan Mo hanging from the lamp...
Aside from the last paranormal phenomenon which Feather Song risked her life to appreciate for a full two minutes, all others frightened the girl nearly to madness. If it weren't for the lantern in her hand that made her immune to the significant negative effects brought by [Fear], Feather Song might have become a dead person within ten minutes of stepping onto the second floor.
