—Somewhere in the tunnel—
"Gosh…"
Han complained more than a thousand times just in these few minutes. Well, he had every right to. The moment he went down the sewer and into the tunnel, he lost his footing on the ladders and went spiraling down. Even though he splashed into black grimmy water instead of hard ground, Han couldn't decide whether he was fortunate or not.
He was regretting his decision on going down the sewer to check if the murderer had decided to spare him some mistakes. Maybe he dropped something here? Han swore if he didn't find anything here, the murderer will be on his kill list.
Contaminated water reached right below his knees, making him struggle to walk. His hair was dripping wet with grimmy water and an unknown smell he didn't even want to know.
