It was a twisted thing, made from the joining of two halves of a human body. Something had gone awry during the process, misaligning the body so severely that even the organs were exposed.
The head had rotated 180 degrees, the eyes skewed downward, scattered across the distorted skull on either side, and the arms and legs had undergone various degrees of mutation.
Tall and yet so frail.
"Dickinson?"
Through the clothes on the figure's body, Roger recognized who it was.
"You ruined my body!"
Dickinson's head creaked and cracked as it turned, the skin at the junction of neck and head tore, revealing the bone.
Yet, as if he felt no pain at all, Dickinson eventually got his head straightened and stared at Roger with bloodshot eyes.
"I want you to..."
"Get the hell out of my way!"
Roger had no time for Dickinson's nonsense. Cassandra might have erupted in full force, but she was definitely no match for Abraham, and the blocked passage wouldn't hold him off for long.
