{The rooster crowed at exactly 0:13 a.m.. Earlier that day, when you had gone to school, you'd realized that if your pocket watch was off by thirteen minutes, you would encounter the most complicated situation.}
{Now, the Man in the Black Trench Coat had appeared at 11:13 PM!}
{Everything was pointing toward that time, thirteen past the hour. You couldn't help but wonder: what was so special about 13? You didn't believe this was just a coincidence.}
{But the Man in the Black Trench Coat was approaching fast, his hawk-like eyes scanning you as if dissecting you. His gaze sharp as a blade scraping your skin.}
{You shook your head hard. Now wasn't the time to ponder the mystery of "13." You immediately turned and fled, widening the distance between you and him.}
{His eyes narrowed slightly in surprise, clearly not expecting you to resist his aura and still maintain control of your body.}
{But it was only mild surprise. His attention quickly shifted as he turned toward the elevator, showing little real interest in you.}
{From your backpack, you pulled out two eggs and threw them at him.}
{He dodged swiftly, but some of the egg splattered onto his coat, causing him to frown.}
{You followed up with a sock stuffed with a rotten egg.}
{Again, he dodged. But this time, his eyes grew cold, locked on you like daggers.}
{Then you threw a disgusting combination of wilted vegetables and egg at him, taunting, "Come at me, if you dare!"}
{He evaded the projectile. But this time, he lunged straight at you.}
{You turned and bolted. Even though this wasn't the first time you'd danced on death's edge in front of the Man in the Black Trench Coat, the rush of adrenaline still hit like a drug.}
{As you sprinted, you recalled how he'd killed without leaving a trace of blood, and how he seemed unusually sensitive to filth.}
{You deduced he probably had a serious cleanliness obsession and you mentally noted this for future use.}
{You wore the best running shoes you had, flying across the floor. But the Man in the Black Trench Coat was even faster, steadily closing in.}
{You dashed into the stairwell of Building 4 and began charging upward.}
{He followed you in, but the lights in the stairwell had been mysteriously broken. The darkness didn't slow him down.}
{Just two steps in, his foot slipped right onto a pile of banana peels. He nearly fell but caught himself with one hand on the step.}
{However, just as his hand was about to land, he spotted a mess of rusted nails embedded in the step. He jerked his hand back at the last second, twisting his body mid-air with inhuman core strength, aiming instead for the railing.}
{The moment his body touched the metal handrail, a powerful electric pulse surged through him. Despite his strength, his body trembled violently. Even his hair stood on end.}
{The shock was so intense that he lost control of his body. Though the railing was right there, he couldn't hold on.}
{He crashed hard onto the steps, only to immediately spring back up. But as he looked down, his face turned grim. The nails had pierced straight through his trench coat and embedded into his flesh.}
{A quick glance revealed over twenty rusted nails of varying lengths stabbed into his body and his once-imposing trench coat was in tatters.}
{The floor was littered with a hundred more rusted nails. Beside them lay a note: "You actually came when I told you to? Good boy, my little son."
{The Man in the Black Trench Coat was furious. He yanked out the nails one by one and charged upward.}
{At the fourth floor, a doll dangled in the stairwell, holding a note:}
"I advise you not to chase me. Don't say you weren't warned."
{He glanced upward and noticed a clearly visible trap mechanism. Despite the lights were broken, he could still make it out.}
{He yanked the doll down and threw it aside, dodging the trap.}
{But just as he stepped to the side, his shoe suddenly stuck to the floor. Some kind of strong adhesive had glued it in place. His body wobbled as he tried to balance. Instinctively, he reached for the wall.}
{But the wall gave way. It was fake. His balance worsened.}
{He flailed and grabbed at something, his hand closed around a rope.}
{The moment he tugged, a bucket of chili powder dumped straight onto him. The sharp burn was instant and unbearable. His eyes slammed shut from the pain.}
{The Man in the Black Trench Coat lost it. He could not stand spicy things and now the powder had gotten everywhere. His whole body burned and itched, sneezes erupting uncontrollably.}
{With his obsessive cleanliness, this was torture.}
{He tore off his trench coat, wiped his hands clean, and threw it away. Then he scrubbed his eyes, nose, and mouth desperately. Even with his monstrous endurance, his eyes were streaming with tears.}
{Now shirtless and furious, he ditched his glue-covered shoes and sprinted forward. His rage boiling. He would tear you apart!}
{At the tenth floor, he was stopped by a massive sheet of paper blocking the staircase. On it were several big words: "DO NOT TEAR, YOU WERE WARNED."}
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