Chapter 4

A muffled sound came from inside the coffin.

Marcus froze. "What was that?"

Lucas heard it too. "Probably the props vibrating."

The nails went in one by one.

The noises from inside the coffin grew louder and louder.

Thud thud thud, bang bang bang, like someone beating a drum inside.

Marcus muttered as he hammered: "These props are really high quality, they even respond with sounds."

Lucas nodded. "Yeah, seems so realistic."

The last nail went in.

Marcus nodded with satisfaction. "There. Now let's see how they can trick us into opening it."

Lucas laughed too. "We're just not playing by their rules!"

Samuel clapped. "Well done!"

I smiled too.

The baby's voice rang out, with a hint of confusion:

[Mommy, why isn't Sophia making any sound?]

[Looks like she passed out.]

[Bastard dad was just calling her name, shaking her, trying to revive her, but she's not responding.]

[And guess what?]

[Bastard dad actually breathed a sigh of relief!]

[He thinks Sophia finally won't be a burden anymore!]

[Now he's alone, curled up in a corner of the coffin, trying to minimize his presence, thinking he'll sneak out after you all leave.]

[Mommy, he's so scary.]

I rubbed my belly.

He could abandon even me, his wife who'd shared his hardships. How could he care about a mistress?

In his eyes, everyone was just a tool.

Sophia had just been with him having an affair, giving him thrills.

Now she'd fainted, become a burden, so he just tossed her aside.

Just then, the loudspeaker suddenly crackled to life.

It was the director's voice.

"You idiots! I just went to the bathroom and you caused this much trouble!"

Marcus froze, looking at the speaker.

Lucas was confused too.

Samuel opened his mouth. "Director?"

The director's voice continued, urgent and angry: "That coffin is borrowed! It's a prop from the crew next door! They need it tomorrow!"

[Borrowed???]

[Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha]

[So this coffin isn't part of the escape room?]

[It's a prop borrowed from another crew??]

The director's voice continued:

"Staff! Get over there and take it apart!"

"Open the coffin lid! Don't damage it! We can't afford to pay for it!"

A flurry of footsteps.

Several staff members rushed in, circling around the coffin.

"The nails! How did the nails get in so deep?"

"Hammer! Quick, get the hammer!"

"These nails are too deep, they won't come out!"

"Crowbar! Go find a crowbar!"

The room descended into chaos.

Marcus and Lucas stood to the side, looking innocent.

Samuel coughed quietly and said: "Director, we didn't know it was borrowed..."

The staff were still trying to pry the coffin open.

Several people working together, the coffin lid was finally pried open a crack.

"It's open, it's open! Push harder!"

The coffin lid was lifted little by little.