Through the ventilation duct, Jerry Yates and Nora Scott successfully reached room 307.
As soon as they landed, they were enveloped in darkness, surrounded by chaos, all traces of burning, and... utterly empty.
Nora Scott illuminated the area with a flashlight, roughly grasping the room's situation, then felt for the switch in a probing manner and flicked it. To everyone's surprise, the lights actually came on.
Immediately, the scene unfolded clearly before their eyes.
— As this was the origin of the fire, this room was the most severely burned. Wooden items were charred to coal, the bedding and sofa reduced to ashes, and stepping on them resulted in nothing but carbon dust.
"So lifelike."
Jerry Yates felt a chill on his scalp.
If not for the constant reminder that this was a show, he'd likely be driven insane by the scenes playing out tonight.
"Knock. Knock. Knock."
Nora Scott knocked on one of the room's walls.
Anastasia heard the sound and called out, "Have you arrived?"
