Chapter Seventy-Two

The familiar cobwebs on the ceiling and the rusty, coarse texture of the sofa against his back greeted Chandler as he blinked back into consciousness. He half-expected a wave of pain. But, to his surprise, he felt... amazing.

The last thing he saw before he passed out was his head severed from his body, yet here he was, seemingly intact, and the ring was gone.

"Was it all a dream then?" Chandler pondered, cautiously scanning the room.

Just as Chandler was about to be happy that everything was just a mere nightmare, he saw the shattered mirror and the scattered glass shards on the floor. He looked up to the ceiling and saw the rope hanging loosely and blood drip down onto the chair below it.

As the reality of the situation crashing down on him, Chandler eyes widened in terror. His pulse quickened, and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"I-It wasn't a dream…" He touched his neck and quickly ran towards the mirror and realized that it had been broken.

Chandler picked up a big sha
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