Each step was like he was suffocating, Christian's throat burned as sweat broke out draining down his face. The further he went the more he realized how out of breath he truly was chasing after Chara.
"Maybe Clarence was right…"
He had to stop to catch up, the feeling he was wrong of going after Alice hurt his soul. She was completely different than before although he knew why. The hallway was unexpectedly long as he kept running.
None of the other doors opened up on the side, he knew he would be wasting his time. This long corridor was meant for him, like a long-winded cartoon or animation where it seemed to go on for miles ahead.
His fixation for revenge could be felt as he kept going. What if he could do something? It didn't matter if Alex wasn't there or Clarence or anyone as long he could force himself because he was the one going to die.
