Logan looked around and saw the corpses of the werewolves they fought against.
"Oh, you killed them?" He turned to look at Daphne.
"You killed that guy, on your own." Daphne pointed at the young man Logan ripped out his throat.
"Oh…" Logan replied a little lost.
He stayed silent for some time before finally deciding to come to terms with the fact that the life he was currently living involved killing others. It's either kill or be killed, there are no two ways about it.
"So, how do we get out of here?" He asked with a casual expression.
Daphne saw the change in him and nodded in approval. If Logan continued to live in his fantasy of not wanting to kill anyone, then he would ultimately die in the end.
"Well, we have to clear it or find the exit. However, we have a major problem." Daphne replied.
"What's that?" Logan couldn't help but ask.
