"Ha... ha... I'm so tired."
Su Da Er pressed himself into a corner, watching as the Corpse Monsters passed by the intersection.
He covered his mouth, not even daring to breathe.
Fatigue, exhaustion, helplessness, fear—too many negative emotions were swallowing him whole. He no longer knew how much longer he could endure in an environment like this.
He was too tired, and it hurt too much. His wounds were still bleeding, but he had long since gone numb from the pain.
"Is this the end?"
He closed his eyes, utterly devoid of hope.
"No... I absolutely can't let this..."
The next moment, he opened his eyes. The "Severed Hand" crudely wrapped in his arms was still giving off an eerie aura.
"Absolutely not. I've already made a mistake... I absolutely can't..."
He gritted his teeth and kept going, though his mind had already surpassed its limit.
The only thing keeping him going was what he knew was in his arms.
"Hee hee."
A sudden laugh brushed past his ears, but Su Da Er paid it no mind. Leaning against the wall, he slowly moved forward.
He was searching—for someone he could entrust it to, for someone who could seal this thing away.
"Hee hee."
The laughter echoed through the entire alley, yet he acted as if he heard nothing and merely kept pressing forward through gritted teeth.
And everywhere he passed, countless Corpse Monsters watched him in silence.
He could clearly see the road ahead, yet he could not see the Chaser right beside him.
No—perhaps the pursuit had never existed from the very beginning.
The mortal who had stubbornly kept going struggled through three streets, only to return to that same alley once more.
"I'm almost there. I'm almost out."
Yet in his memories, he was already not far