Bryan forced himself to keep his head clear as he sauntered up from the sofa he had slumped into earlier. He staggered for a bit but managed to reach the table where he left his gun on but he was too tired to even reach out to take it.
His hand fell heavily on a switch and he fell over on the floor with his eyes trying hard to stay open. The lights went off at the same time and the door slowly opened. He reckoned that he had locked that door so how did that demon open it so fast?
He didn't have to think much, he was the 'three minute' man anyway. A small smile broke out on his lips as he felt the cold air blow against his face. He turned his face and was met by a pair of mean eyes that pierced into his body.
Right now he felt no fear, not even a tiny bit. His heartbeat was steady. He watched as the figure took out a sharp scalpel and eliminated the distance between them. He swung his arm that held the scalpel at Bryan's neck.
