The face that originally appeared only in the task log device almost instantaneously took over all the screens in the monitoring station. No matter where the driver looked, he would be staring into that face.
"Madness, the madness they spoke of is here! Help! Help!"
He was too helpless. The driver couldn't see before, and feared the darkness, but now that he could see, he greatly regretted it. It would have been better to die without knowing anything, at least there'd be less torment.
The monitoring station wasn't large, and all the equipment that should have been abandoned was activated. The red glow of the indicator lights made the woman's features all the more terrifying, as that distorted face seemed to be squeezing out of the screen bit by bit.
The driver finally understood the fear showcased by those cleaners in the video—faces gathering from all directions like a tide.
