The flat‑headed man strode into the university campus.

The path was slick, yet he walked with remarkable stability—his feet slid slightly, but he adjusted each step to maintain perfect balance. Watching closely, it was both astonishing and uncanny.

Following a route similar to Ray's, he first entered the East Cafeteria and saw the bodies of Brandon and the others. He frowned and stepped back.

But instead of going to the West Cafeteria, he headed into the teaching building.

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