[Seventh Floor]
"Wakey, wakey! It's time to get up!"
Yeong-Un screamed out from the top of his lungs while in the midst of dodging a strike from a two-headed centipede.
He stomped down once landing, roaring out as he slashed his dual blades, cutting the monstrous insect into multiple, fleshy bits.
"Huh…Is nobody on this damn floor?" He huffed, wiping the sweat from his chin.
After finishing the large centipede off, he continued down the hall as his open, dark-blue coat was brushed by a passing breeze.
"Is a window open, or somethin'...?" He questioned in a mumble.
He stood still for a moment, listening in to the silent, seventh floor for any prowling entities. All of his senses were alert, heightened by the urgent situation.
"Guess it's nothin'," he mumbled.
Just as he stook a step forward–
CRASH.
The entire wall to his left was shattered apart with a brutish impact as chunks of the white material flung outwards.
"Poundin' time!"
