A hundred years...
The players present gasped in unison, all sensing the terror hidden beneath the jesting words.
"The handwriting on this note is exactly the same as the messages Bob received yesterday, the day before, and three days ago."
Ω placed the note down. Within his Fish Tank Hood, the blue liquid began to churn. "Did Bob really spend a hundred years in that Pitch Black Space?"
"Probably not," Bai Haozheng shook his head and said. "Remember the past two nights? Bob slept straight through to morning and didn't emerge from the dark space instantaneously, losing memories of his time inside, just as the note described. Moreover, if he had emerged instantaneously, he should have seen Black Holy Son taking the elevator at that moment and would have indicated via the note that he was safe.
"I personally lean towards two possibilities.
