The second in command was still on the floor, clenching his punctured stomach. I looked at him without feeling any form of pity. "Don't worry, you won't bleed out and die. Just take a clothe and apply pressure on it... Then, wait for an ambulance to get here". He nodded as tears silently rolled down his eyes. "Your boss, is that his safe room?" I asked pointing to the exit Huáng Song made earlier. "Yes... Yes!" "Very well..." I made a beeline for the exit with both hands in my pocket. It was a metal door through and through, I used the tip of my sneakers to hit it several times to determine its thickness.It was thick, probably bullet proof. I pushed the door open with both hands with a substantial amount of strength, although I was extremely surprised it wasn't locked. 'Isn't a safe room supposed to locked in case of situations like this?' I thought as I stepped into the room. There was no light whatsoever, it was also cold like a freezer but not too cold to turn your fles

Ellie and Jake. They were right there, although alot more conscious than I left them. "Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhggghhhh" Ellie screamed again, the room was mostly empty so her loud scream was even further amplified as they bounced off the walls of the room. "Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhggghhhh" And again. The third scream didn't affect me like the earlier two, so I just stood and watched them. "Did you see how fast he moved... " Jake muttered, his eyes were still staring at the lifeless Huang Song. So at this point, I think they saw most of the fight, if not all of it. 'For Christ sakes it's getting harder and harder to keep this secret'. I spread both palms wide as a sign of 'meaning no harm', "Guys I can explain..." I said with a shaky voice. "You killed somebody...!" Jake yelled with look of shock etched in his eyes. "I can explain... He was gonna kill me too, I was defending my self" I said taking a step forward. They both took a step backwards in retreat.

The sound of chatter and footsteps filled a dimly lit space, the air was thick with the stench of putrefaction, decay, rotting flesh. It was distinct, offensive to the core and festering. The underground lair stretched endlessly beneath the ruins of an old abandoned cathedral, its stone walls were carved with grotesque depictions and images of suffering and death. There were torch lights, but made out of fire so it didn't do much lumination as one would like. Shadows moved unnaturally in the dim glow, shifting like living creatures against the stone walls. There were the Howl Minions, Gravehowls devoted and loyal subjects. They were a mix of mindless undead and those twisted by his corruption. Their bodies were wrapped in slickly grey flesh stretched too tight over fragile looking bones, their mouths permanently curled into snarls. Their eyes, hollow and black all through, reflecting nothing but the image of their master. At the center of it all, Gravehowl sat on a throne of dens