And the intolerable stinging began to torment his will.
About half an hour later.
He couldn't remember how many times he turned around, whether he opened every door, went up and down the stairs, or took out a weapon to shoot at the ceiling or floor.
Hawke and the others, after trying everything, were somewhat unable to endure the mutations.
The newcomer mumbled, looking at the enlarged lump of flesh on his neck.
He gritted his teeth and picked up a weapon, aiming it at his neck.
Hawke stopped him, yet he hoped the other would help him find relief first.
"Please, kid."
"Help me out here, cough, cough, cough..."
Hawke half-lay on the ground, his whole body weak, he glanced at the newcomer with a bitter smile.
The newcomer was silent for a moment, then nodded and turned the gun to aim at Hawke.
Just as he was about to pull the trigger.
A door emitting a gentle white light suddenly opened before them.
