Thanh Van nearly fainted as his left calf bone snapped in two.
The door had slammed down at an angle. Flesh burst open like overheated pork belly in a microwave, blood spraying across the cold stone floor and painted over the walls in dots of crimson.
The door swung open again, hungry for more blood, but Thanh Van pulled himself inside before the door managed to bite down and sever his leg completely.
Fuck.
The deafening sounds in the corridor ceased at once, the silence that fell even louder than the noise before.
The door stayed shut, but Thanh Van knew the NPC was lurking about. He wouldn't be surprised if that plague doctor decided to pair up with the clown to get him.
Silence hung.
For now.
Thanh Van let out a long, trembling breath as he rested at the bottom of the spiral stairs, sweat and tears mixing into a bloody mess that trailed his face.
