"Time to go!" Kruger barked as he dragged Kim Jihun by his nape like a stray, the fishing knife pressed between the CEO's shoulder blades.
Thanh Van felt his skin crawl and itch, but there was no sense of dread. Not even a shiver grazed his spine.
Pulling at his sleeve, he could see faint lines of red that were fast healing against his snow-white skin. A smile of disgust quivered on his lips before he let the sleeve fall back into place.
Parasites keeping busy tunnelling beneath his skin, that was all.
Under the warm amber of the setting sun, four long shadows danced against the hill, growing larger by the second. Plague doctors. But where was the fifth?
"An!" Kruger called, and Thanh Van snapped out of his thoughts, hurrying to chase after them.
Kruger was dragging Kim Jihun through the long grass that licked at their exposed shins. The hill curved down from the entrance of the church, the towering building casting a long shadow over them.
