Rushed footsteps echoed from the concrete walls and bounced back to the stairs. With no regards for herself, Lia flew down the stairs, hoping to reach Noel in time. She didn't want to see anyone else die. It was worse than letting a chance for her revenge slip.
The shock made her feet stop as she arrived on the ground floor. Most of the ghosts have been purged, only a handful roamed around, but soon the corpses got ahold of them.
The ground was covered with corpses. Lia's lips trembled. She prayed none of them would be Noel. Her injured arm seemed to slowly heal itself and recover.
Quickly, her feet moved her from corpse to corpse, checking each of them. Then finally, she let out a relieved sigh. None of them were Noel. Her body relaxed and she continued to search for him on the ground floor.
