After several hours of typing, until the last remnant of strength got drained from his body, Casper finally could do what he was willing to.
He barely could believe that he did it just in time for the Dark zone. The more he efforted during that time, the more impossible that task seemed to be. Obstacles kept appearing in his sight, and the frustration only helped to get him more nervous and do the most idiotic things.
His mind was dizzier than before, and just that amount of pressure was capable to take his breath, so he needed some time to recover.
However, this time wasn't for too long. Soon, someone appeared outside of his cell. The noise of the door opening made his heartbeat get faster. He thought about the possibility of gain some time, but he couldn't think of anything practical.
