The growls grew louder, reverberating through the dimly lit room, each one filled with an almost palpable hunger. The shadows around them twisted and danced, creating eerie, shifting shapes that seemed to close in on Sachiko. Her sobs grew louder, more desperate, as the realization of her imminent danger sank in. She sank to her knees, tears streaming down her face, her hands clutching at the floor as she begged for mercy.
"Please, please, don't leave me here," she cried out, her voice breaking. "I'll do anything. Just don't let them kill me. I can't die here. I don't want to die like this!"
Ryo watched her for a moment, his expression a mix of hard resolve and reluctant empathy. The sight of her fear was unsettling, and despite his distrust and disdain for the government, he found himself facing a moral dilemma. He could leave her to her fate, or he could take a risk and help her, knowing it might come back to haunt him.
