"Agg... arrrgggghhh... Arrrggg... this so..."
"What's the matter, Anton?" Fujita asked.
"My leg... it hurts so much."
"Your leg?"
Fujita was confused by what had happened to me. He continued to hold my right ankle and several times turned his head around as if to ask for help.
"Is there anyone here?"
Fujita shouted, and his voice sounded very loud, bouncing around in this hallway of ruins.
"Karina... Where is she? Didn't you say she was here? You sent her here, didn't you?"
"I don't know. My legs..."
I continue to endure this pain in my right and left ankles. It felt like it was burning, slashing, slicing, and snapping. My legs felt like they had just been submerged in boiling water, cut and sliced like vegetables, and wobbled like things that break easily.
"Hey, Fujitora, don't shout! There's no one here. I thought that arrogant and haughty woman had left. So it's useless. No one is helping us. Karina has left."
