First was the mist and now the Grimms; we are in deep-deep trouble, we might as well get wiped out in this freaking ruin.
Mist, I can avoid, but how can I avoid Grimms, who had been here for at least a month? The Grimms, of whom, all the weaklings being wiped out and now, only the strongest, had remained.
I am scared being every inch of my life because I understood how dangerous things have become.
In a minute, I have changed my goals or rather, had erased everything else except for one. To find an exit and get out of here, it didn't matter. If the exit leads to the organization.
In the organization, even if they didn't keep their word, I will be able to escape. It might take time, but I will be able to do it.
If I stayed here too long, that will not be the truth. The Grimms, if they are truly here, as I think they are, then we will be hunted like beasts by them.
