Chapter Three: The Museum of Harm

“I haven't escaped.” She jumped down. “You entered my prison.” Glass broke in the distance. The Correction Hound burst through a mirror, claws striking sparks from the floor. It had followed him into Layer Zero, and a white porcelain mask now covered its stitched body. 【Correction Hound】 【Current failure condition: Target ceases to constitute an error.】 It lunged. A-Man stepped between them. Its claws passed through her abdomen and tore a vast opening. No blood emerged. Instead, glowing red vapor rose from the wound, and she captured it in her bottle. A label formed by itself. 【Penetrating wound. Source: Correction Hound.】 “Rule One,” A-Man said, shaking the bottle. “Exhibits cannot harm visitors. You are a visitor. I am an exhibit.”