"I guess… that explains this fucking stench? Huh…"
Crim held in his vomit with both hands, even for the massacres he had witnessed in his 16 years of life this was far by the worst.
His boots were dyed red by the pool of blood coming out of the corpses that were butchered and skinned, becoming food for rat colonies that bit and tore them off with no mercy.
The squirms of rats and the echoes of drops filled the hallway, Squeak Squeak, Drip.
'Holy shit, I wanna hurle.'
He looked back behind him, a wall had covered his exit, but that was no big deal he could just break it.
"May the holy beings bless the strength of my muscles, turn my tendons into a material stronger than ever, and enchant."
His arm glew a faint white glow as he raised his fist and brought down his knuckles, clashing with the wall.
BANGGGG, Boing.
"AH SHIT, MY ARM."
He was flung backward and his arm was crying out in pain, he slowly touched his fingers, AGHHH!
"They're Broken??? AH ah ah aha ah, shi- it hurts"
"Aghh," He reached out for his backpack, and took out a yellow liquid in a small vile, popping out the mushroom cap with his thumb he chugged the vile down and sighed.
"Ahhh… Much better" He looked at his broken arm, he could move it again.
He looked at the wooden wall.
Just how? The place was so fragile before. He thought 'Somebody must have enhanced it. I'm done for.'
Spells used to enhance anything other than your body required more skill than any mage had, so either the man was a warrior or a high-tier mage, he was gonna die.
"I just wanted to get paid damn it."
For the next few minutes he tried to crack down any wall he found, but every wall that led outside couldn't be moved or shattered no matter what spell he used, or what weapon.
He moved forward in the corridor making sure to not make any sounds or touch the bodies of previous victims, if he could find a way out, he could live.
But if not…
Game over, and he knew this well - there were bodies of people with the badges of a mage in the piles of corpses, some even outranked him, was the man a cannibal?
Perhaps he had set the bounty on himself, just for some fresh meat.
'God, is this my fucking punishment?" He talked to himself, 'If I live this I will stop okay! I will stop being a bounty hunter you hear me! I will… umm, even help the old ladies cross the street!'
He walked through the corpse pile with a hollow expression.
At one point collapsing on the ground and laying like a baby.
"So this is how I go out, huh? In a pile of blood, sob…" He wasn't crying but his face had gone blue.
"Mom.. I'm sorry, Dad… Fuck you, my dear little sister… I hope you don't die… I just wish I could see your face again… Sob."
"The ground is comforting… Maybe eternal sleep isn't so bad?"
He sighed.
"What's the point, why was I even born? If I was just gonna die before I become an adult, by some cannibal psycho?"
Crim rolled on the puddle of blood for a few minutes, before getting up with a longing expression and a forced smile, he took out a wallet from his pocket.
He stared at it for a bit then started to sob.
He looked at the roof, his body and mask covered in blood.
"Why… Do I have to die broke? I just wanted to be rich, have a girlfriend, retire at an early age, and just have a comfy life, I haven't even held hands with a girl yet. Actually, fuck having girls, I don't even have a hundred silver in my bank account!"
He pulled on his short brown hair with teary eyes.
After finishing his crying session he dragged himself through the blood with a satisfied expression.
'Guess this was the best life I could live'
He accepted his fate as he traversed the corridor, jumping at small creaking sounds, the corridor had a few classrooms unlike the amount the illusion had, and the building was small - it was just a school for the poor or a kindergarten, maybe even a cram school.
It was just a long corridor and a few classrooms, it was also gonna be his resting place.
He moved the corpses as he marched forward, and soon enough he was standing on the pathway he saw in the illusion, of course, he went right life before considering the core monsters usually were in a place similar to where the caster was.
Maybe he should send a message to his sister before he continues, he sighed and took out his fliphone, he couldn't afford a smartphone.
He opened the "chat" app and clicked on the profile that had the name "Adopted One"
Crim stared at the phone for a bit and guessed there was a signal.
"I Love you," he hesitated before sending the message, then after building resolve, he clicked send.
He also tried to call his boss for backup, but his signal was suddenly cut off.
"Ah…"
He entered through a door that once again shattered to pieces.
Through the darkness a man was revealed, he was 7 feet tall, wearing a long black cloak that made him look like a vampire in a kid's book.
His presence alone made Crim shiver, the long and wide man looked at him from above with a tint of satisfaction in his one-sided grin.
His skin was pale white like a ghost, his hands crooked and old showing from his cloak.
His messy raven-black hair reached to his feet, hiding his crimson eyes that resembled Crim's, but unlike him who shined brightly the boy's eyes had dimmed not even daring to cast a spell.
He has been a bounty hunter for a few years, and he knew how to sense when somebody was overwhelmingly stronger.
But who cared about that?