She was already on the move, grabbing what she needed as she headed toward the door. 'If I don't intervene… they're all dead,' she thought.
She typed quickly. "Stop, Emily. Slap her, and she will snap out of her daze."
But her message was instantly buried under the flood of comments.
Some viewers admired the ghost's beauty. Others marveled at how clearly he appeared on camera.
Lana's eyes narrowed in frustration as she typed again.
"Only high-level ghosts can appear on camera."
This time, Aiden saw it.
Hope flickered in his eyes. "What should we do?" he asked urgently.
Lana reposted immediately.
"Slap her. Hard."
Aiden didn't hesitate.
He turned to Tyler and shouted, "Slap her harder!"
Tyler didn't question it. In a situation like this, hesitation meant death.
His hand struck, and a sharp, echoing sound cut through the air.
Emily gasped, her eyes snapping back into focus. She glared at Tyler, anger flashing. "Why did you hit me?!"
