Still count as the second time?

William Thompson's mind was a tangled mess.

He didn't know what a dead angle was, nor did he know what that human face was, but all he wanted was to survive.

He had inexplicably arrived in this world, inexplicably become another person with the same name.

He really didn't want to die.

He didn't want to die so meaninglessly, drowning in fear.

The fear of survival made the panic in William Thompson's heart grow heavier and heavier.

‘What should... I do!?’

‘Just now... maybe it wasn't a sign, right, it definitely wasn't, after all, maybe I was just too tired and dozed off for a bit.’

He kept trying to find reasons for himself.

As he was thinking this, he suddenly felt a slight stinging pain around his ankles.

He lowered his head and quickly rolled up his pant leg to take a look.

A dense cluster of blood spots was clearly scattered around both his ankles.

William Thompson froze in shock.

After a brief pause, he quickly stood up, pulled open his collar, and checked his body.

Luckily, there were no blood spots on his body.

‘It was just now! It was just now!’

He suddenly remembered.

When he was in that mysterious underground parking lot and encountered that giant human face, he had felt the same stinging pain in his feet.

And now...

That stinging pain had actually followed him into reality...

‘Is this a warning... was that not a dream??’

His chest heaved violently, his breathing quickened, and it felt as if a heavy stone was pressing on his heart, making it hard to breathe.

What should he do!?

What should he do!??

Countless chaotic thoughts flashed rapidly through his mind, but if everything that just happened was real—

Faced with that terrifying giant human face, which was clearly not a normal creature,

He was at a complete loss.

‘Maybe I should call the police? Seek help from the government!?’

This thought flashed through William Thompson's mind.

As soon as the thought arose, it refused to go away, instead growing stronger and stronger.

When faced with a completely incomprehensible danger, perhaps seeking help from the state apparatus was the best choice.

But suddenly, the image of the crying girl he had just met in the café, the girl in the white sweater, surfaced in his mind.

‘Why didn't she call the police?’

A question surged up in his mind.

At this thought, William Thompson couldn't stand still any longer. He quickly looked around, then retraced his steps back toward the café from earlier.

He jogged all the way, a deep sense of urgency and danger constantly pushing him forward, making him speed up.

He was afraid that the same dangerous situation would happen again.

If only there was someone to talk to at a time like this, someone who could give him some advice, maybe...

He jogged back to the previous spot—the Yesli Café.

At the entrance, a small mobile cart had already been set out, displaying an advertisement for the latest coffee special and offering small cups of new dessert samples.

William Thompson pushed the door open and entered, wandering around the first-floor lobby, where there were even more people now.

Most were college students, but he didn't see the girl in the white sweater from before.

Everyone's expressions were gentle; some were chatting and laughing, some were playfully bickering in low voices, and some were simply eating and studying with a tablet in hand.

Their lives seemed completely cut off from William Thompson, as if they belonged to another world.

Not finding her on the first floor, he hurried upstairs to the second floor.

Unfortunately, he still didn't see the girl in the white sweater.

William Thompson went back downstairs in disappointment, and to the soft electronic sound of "Please come again," he pushed the door open and left.

Outside the door.

By the street.

A white city SUV was quietly parked by the roadside.

The window was already rolled down, revealing the driver's face.

It was a clearly middle-aged man, with thick eyebrows and sharp eyes, a neat gray beard, a thin face, and hair combed meticulously back.

He rested one hand on the steering wheel, staring blankly at the people passing by outside the window, as if lost in thought.

For some reason, the moment William Thompson walked out of the café, the man's gaze shifted quickly to him.

He seemed to be observing something, or perhaps he saw something.

William Thompson's body tensed slightly. He didn't know why, he didn't know why he was nervous, but his body just instinctively tightened up.

Not having found the two girls from before, his mind kept running through possible plans.

‘The most helpful thing right now would be to search online for solutions, and to seek official help.’

His chaotic thoughts quickly became clear, sorting out the most likely way to survive.

“If I were you, I wouldn't be wandering around outside like this anymore.”

Suddenly, a deep male voice drifted over from ahead.

“While you still have time, why not go wild?”

The voice continued.

William Thompson jerked his head up, following the sound, and his gaze met that of the middle-aged man looking his way.

“You... what do you know?!” He opened his mouth, only to find that his voice had somehow become hoarse and low.

Unconsciously, he stepped closer, moving nearer to the white city SUV.

“You're about to die,” the middle-aged man said calmly. “The third omen is about to appear. Then, you'll be just like the others, poof.”

He clapped his hands together, making a sound with his mouth.

“Completely gone.”