"What's the situation, a gang shootout?"
The brother whose kidney had been removed clutched the throbbing seam of his surgery on his back and took a deep breath. As he inhaled, he could smell the primitive scent of gunpowder in the air and felt the presence of something pure, a "nourishment," drifting around.
Although the "spiritual nourishment" was tempting, now was an obvious chance to escape. It was a pity that a chain locked around his neck made it impossible for him to run away.
Before he could think further, a figure suddenly entered the room.
"Am I... in the end, going to die?"
The "pseudo-human" brother looked distressed. He'd finally gotten a good start, only for it to end like this.
However, just as he was bracing for death, he realized that the other person had shot his chains apart.
"You..." While he was surprised, the obviously Asian man said to him:
"Run straight to the right when you exit the door, and after a while, you'll reach a small town.
