Masa Ed felt an agonizing persisting pain that reached the depth of his soul(will)—one that feels like his skin is being peeled bits by bits and layers by layers, and afterwards his organs and bones in the same manner. However slowly and with precision.

  Unable to yell in order to relieve the pain he will gladly trade for death, Masa Ed having drenched the sheets of the bed he is lying on in sweat, look frozen like a frozen fish—muscles bulging like they will tear, and his veins the same—super taut like they will burst.

  In this manner, like he is begging death to grant him relief, Masa Ed remained frozen with clenched teeth and a distorted face on the white bed, feeling a soul(will) rendering pain, until the grandfather clock placed at one side of the room chimed, and it was then that he let out a heart rendering scream of agony he has been praying for.

  "AAAAAAAAAAAH...."

  For the second time—on the same white bed and in the same familiar room—Masa Ed suddenly opened his tightly shut and swollen eyes wide. And maybe because of the trauma of the pain he just got released from, he ungainly rolled uncontrollably and fell from the large bed, landing on its other side, which is the opposite side to the side where the only door in the room is, and its the only side that its entire wall is a floor to ceiling transparent glass window which through it he could clearly see the view of the gigantic moon gliding over an endless sea of fog, and its the reason he is convulsing greatly as the vivid memory of his recent experience flooded his mind.

  "AAAAAAAAH..."

  Once again, Masa Ed screamed out from pain, but one he imagined as he remembered the part of his recent experience where he fell from the step, after the view of the bright moon and fog triggered his memory.

  Still frightened extremely, shaking all over; like an abandoned child seeking comfort, Masa Ed dragged his profusely sweating and shivering body towards the corner of the room where the floor to ceiling window meets a white marble wall perpendicular to it, and its against that corner, he sits in a fetal position—curled up and looking pitiful as he sobs quietly.

  A moment later, and after what seems to be the end of his woe and despondency; Masa Ed rose to his feet in one motion with his eyes having regained their usual ferocity, but not their brightness.

  Looking stern and focused, Masa Ed climbed the bed and starts crawling towards the other side while looking around the unusually spacious room. And despite the room's opulence—its pure white marble walls inlaid with gold, its furniture of best quality wood that is similarly inlaid with gold, paintings that will cost a fortune, among others things—what filled his mind is overwhelming anger and hatred that threatens to overflow and spill uncontrollably, but he held in place with his overwhelming willpower, since ha has decided to burn them as a fuel in the process of finding his way out of the strange place he found himself.

  Anyways... Reaching the other length side of the bed, Masa Ed made his way towards the table close to it and against the wall it is also against. And on it as he expected is the nameless Idiot unchanged message written on a piece of paper that caught fire just after he read its last word.

  'I can't continue to see this as an elaborate setup, even if its one. If I want to leave this place in one piece, I must think like the supernatural is involved, but how well can I fare if I use that view point?'

  Coming to a conclusion, Masa Ed carried the lantern on the table and made his way towards the only door in the room, trying not to waste much time since he can't afford to defy instructions anymore.

  Like the skeptic he is, even after all the inexplicable things he has experienced so far—things like a door and its frame disappearing, his hands going through a mirror surface, a pen that's not held writing on a notebook that suspended itself midair, a door strangely appearing on a wall and disappearing after use, and lastly which is the strangest, him mysteriously returning to the room where everything started after he fell to a great depth—Masa Ed still wouldn't believe that what has been going on has the hand of the supernatural in it. Because of his peculiar background, he is certain any of the strange incident that has happened, even he himself can fabricate them if he has the time and the right props, and are therefore not any different from a magician tricks.

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  Moving on... After three minutes of effortlessly and relaxedly staring at the eyes of his reflection in the door, the door and its frame like the first time vanished, leaving behind an exit to the dark corridor. And not delaying, Masa Ed turned on the lantern first before stepping out of the room. And so, he returned to the corridor where he will again search for door 33 among many.

  'Right side or left side.'

  Masa Ed thought to himself. Should he try the other side this time in order to search for the proper door 33, or should he go in the direction he his familiar with already, where he will create his own door 33.

  "Left side."

  Masa Ed not thinking for long turned left, meaning he chose to go in the direction he is familiar with, which is where he will improvise a door 33 just like he did the first time. After all, why would he want to change a process that works, especially when the one he will replace it with is not guaranteed to yield result. As far as he knows, If he will find the proper door 33 in the corridor's other direction is uncertain. And who knows, he might also not have the privilege to improvise a door 33 like he could easily in the direction he has taken, where its guaranteed.

  Anyways... Masa Ed reached the end of the corridor at its left side that he chose, and after he improvised a door 33 like he has done before, he knocked three times on the door, ignoring the Seba person first question that came after the first knock that he is assured its a trap.

  "Who are you?"

  The voice questioned a second time. And after answering it like the first time, Masa Ed turned its knob, opening it, and then also like the first time, he quietly entered the room behind it that might be a tiny bit colder this time in order to retrieve the white notebook and white pen, making sure he did not turn to look at whoever is on the bed despite all the tempting whispers and strange tempting feelings that he is certain have doubled in intensity for a reason, which surprised and confused him greatly.

  Moving on... Masa Ed successfully exit the room, even though he straight away took the white notebook and white pen from the mirror space unlike the first time when he spent a considerable amount of time thinking about how to get it.

  However, this time the interaction he has with the pen after the door slammed shut and it escaped his hand alongside the white notebook it is writing on is a bit different.

  [You are a big coward?]

  'So, its a big coward this time. Something have definitely changed, but this is still not enough proof to dismiss the possibility of a time loop. It might be that little changes in my action led to this small change. Anyways...'

  "You are right, I am a big coward."

  Masa Ed ending his inner monologue, answered the pen that was waiting for his reply, kind of matter-of-factly, which made it froze instead of dancing in elation like the first time.

  Moving on... Exactly like the first time, the pen gave the same instructions. And not wasting too much time, Masa Ed repeated his door riddle. And because he already expected what might happen after he placed it on the wall as instructed, as the light of the corridor went out and the door appeared on the wall with the scary reflection, he did not panic a bit. Instead, he opened the door and exited it, returning to the landing of the stair where he fell to the fog below the first time. And after he received instructions from the pen and went down 33 steps like the first time, he paused to think carefully again about the choices he has as regard the next instruction after he turned right.

  '...If the only reasonable option is not the answer, I might as well try the other one. Its not like there is a third one...'

  Having made his decision, Masa Ed turned right with his eyes closed and his mind prepared to endure the pain that will come from him falling into the dangerous fog sea below, and not trying to make fear overcome him, he immediately stepped on empty air in front of him and in front of the right side edge of the step.

  However, what he feared did not happen. Instead of falling to the depth that is the fog sea with frenzied creatures in millions waiting, his bare foot landed solidly on a step that seemed to appear from thin air and is the first step if step 33 he is standing on is the landing of an invisible stair to its right that its steps will only appear when a foot steps on them.

  "Really?"

  Masa Ed chuckled. At the end, what he thought was crazy is unfolding right in front of him. Every steps he take that should land him on nothing always land on the next step of the invisible stairs that he likewise seemed to be conjuring from thin air with every steps, until he stepped on the thirty third one, where he will have to turn left as the pen instructed and continue in a similar manner, stepping on invisible steps and making them appear.

  So, not long after, having completed thirty three invisible steps that became visible with the help of his steps for every turn as instructed; Masa Ed paused on the last step for the last turn stair. And in front of him is nothing but empty air and the fog sea far below him that is as dangerous as ever because of the savage specie of creatures that infested it.

  "What now?"