"Ow. Hiss."
A shapeless mass of rotten flesh wriggled across the damp floor. Darkness concealed his outline, making it impossible to tell what exactly he was, but he was making sounds of pain as he slowly moved toward the door.
The door was right there—solid brown wood, carved with beautiful patterns. At this moment, it represented not only an exit, but hope as well.
However, just as the sludge on the floor tried to crawl up the wall and reach for the Door Handle of life, suddenly! A talon with purple nail polish reached out from behind him. That slender, delicate hand seized his neck with tremendous force, its five fingers like nails pinning the sludge's head to the wall in a violent kabedon.
Cement chips flew and dust billowed. The sound of flowing water from the sewers drifted over from afar, making the pile of rotten flesh swallow hard.
"Gulp!"
"Where do you think you're going, darling?" a sweet voice asked as a huge monster emerged. She looked like a purple Diablo, her rough exterior utterly at odds with her feminine appearance. "Lady Death and I have only just finished warming up. Get in the room!"
Where the rotten flesh should have had eyes were only two empty holes. No one knew where the eyeballs had gone, but two streams of hot tears still flowed from the sockets. A voice came from another hole in the lump of flesh.
"Darling, can we call it a day? I really don't have a single drop left. Sob... Why are you two using me for a competition? Can't we play something gentler, like Gomoku? Or how about you watch a movie? Give me five minutes for halftime!"
"No!" The purple beast grabbed the rotting man. Though every bone in his body had