By the time his wristwatch showed 3:33 am, Roland finally stood up from the elephant skin sofa and called out to the dark hallway with rainbow lights.
"Harker! Mr. Ivanovich! Anyone!?"
But nobody responded.
He gritted his teeth. He should go out there, but…
Since when had he been so hesitant? He was ready to do anything for the sake of his friend, but now, just thinking about what might await him at the end of the seemingly endless hallway made his hand clammy. He couldn't even take another step without a drop of sweat trickling down every time.
He had always thought that he wasn't afraid of death.
But there were fates worse than death. He had almost suffered it himself.
He was almost stuck in his own body with someone else taking control of it. Someone else replaced him. And it was so much more terrible than the pain of being slaughtered, or the pain of the endless slumber that would end him.
