Stanley struggled through the confinement, seeing partly through the interlocking roots. He saw no one where the sound came from at first, but as they got closer, the two suddenly revealed themselves.
A man in his late 20s or early 30s stood next to a woman around the same age as him. They both wore the suits provided to them at the start of this whole thing.
The woman held a knife in her hand, dripping with red blood. She had been the one who had stabbed Red through the chest.
"Huh?" the woman said in surprise. "Why are we visible? Did that bastard drop his powers?"
"Maybe," the man next to her said. "Or maybe he died."
Stanley struggled harder to get out of the roots, but the roots bent instead of breaking, so it was harder to get out of it.
"Whatever. Let me kill the older bitch first," the woman said as she walked toward the pile of roots on the ground where the old woman had been trapped.
