Squelch… Squelch..
The carpet spat blood with Thanh Van's every step.
He trailed along one side of the corridor, careful not to step on shredded bodies, eyes strained ahead.
But instead of coming face to face with the two S-rankers - the corridor was void of any life.
Had they entered one of the rooms?
Thanh Van's jaw tightened, his fingers clasping onto the base of the gun as he stopped before a door that was left ajar.
His finger itched to pull the trigger. The bubbling rage came from nowhere, overwhelming his rationality.
His favorite albino skin had come to life, appearing before his eyes in flesh and bone instead of being just a figment of his imagination.
This S-ranker even saved Thanh Van and offered them a moment to run - but instead of gratitude, all he could feel was anger that remained despite the passage of time having erased all memories, covered by sand of time.
