The crimson blood words were twisted and blurry, as if someone had recorded a warning with fresh blood.

I turned over the back of another ticket.

"Can't escape, no one can save me, it is."

The final blood message was left unfinished.

Only a faint bloodstain remained.

Someone has been here!

Someone noticed that the wax figure was a living person!

Some people tried to escape!

Unfortunately, they failed!

They secretly wrote blood words on the back of the ticket, witnessing the traces of their survival.

They must have tried various ways to seek help.

However, it was all in vain.

No one could help them.

Nor could anyone save me.

I can only rely on myself, escape, and survive.

This strong belief fills my heart.

I forced myself to stay calm, I must stay calm.

I looked around the room, searching for an exit.

A door, or a window.

I remember it just said to me, stand at the window and close my eyes.

It's not my husband.

That means it's dangerous to be close to the window.

I walked to the old lady who had just spoken and quietly asked her, "Is there a trap at the window? Will it be turned into a wax figure?"

The old lady's head couldn't move, and she struggled to open her mouth.

Unfortunately, the wax sealing her mouth began to dry up and solidify.

She could never make a sound again.

She painfully shifted her eyes, as if responding.

"Thank you."

Tears streamed down my face, I couldn't save her.

I'm about to lose my life here.

I can only escape from the doorway.

I ran over quickly.

"Save me..."

That weak male voice echoed in my ears again.

Familiar, like a summoning.

I followed the sound and looked.

Behind a pile of wax figures, I saw a familiar figure.

He is my husband.

Turned into a wax figure.