'Is it possible they came here because of the smell of coffee?' Raka thought confusedly. The dripping sound became faster and more urgent. The sharp sour smell was now so thick that it made Raka's eyes water. Behind the ventilation grille, small red eyes flickered. Raka didn't wait for them to leave. Two days of recovery had given him more than just a healed leg; it had given him time to think. “Baginda, up!” he ordered in a low and firm voice. The swan flapped its wings and flew upward. It perched on one of the highest washing machines, out of reach. Raka himself grabbed a thick plastic tarp he found in the corner and slowly backed to the other end of the room, crowbar in hand. The ventilation grill finally broke free from the ceiling with a metallic screech. From the gaping hole, the creatures fell. They were small, no larger than a large rat, with pale, smooth, hai

[There's no gap, you idiot. This is a sea of ​​flesh. Your running speed is useless if there's no ground to stand on. You'll slip on top of their bodies and be eaten alive in seconds.] "So what should I do?! Fly?!" Raka shouted in frustration. A mutant rat jumped from the front row and lunged at Raka's calf. Its sharp, yellow teeth ripped through Raka's pants. "Ah!" Raka kicked the rat reflexively. The rat's body felt solid and heavy as it flew off his feet. "Get away from me, you damn pest!" The situation quickly deteriorated. The rats weren't just biting. They were climbing. They crept up Raka's shoes, trying to reach his thighs and waist. On the other hand, Baginda was also struggling hard. Three mice had jumped onto the swan's back. Biting its wings and neck. "KWARK! HONK!" Baginda screamed in

[Beautiful assist! Looks like your 'Guardian Angel' at the water tower is in a good mood. Let's run faster, don't waste the bullets!] "I'm trying, damn it!" Raka jumped across the gap between buildings. His heart was pounding. Thud-thud. Thud-thud. Thud-thud. A burning sensation spread throughout her body. It wasn't just a result of running; it was the caffeine's extreme calorie-burning effect. Raka feels the roles are reversed now. Until now, Baginda had always been the shield, the wall that took the blows. Now, Raka was his feet and his protector. "I won't let you die, Baginda," Raka whispered between heavy breaths. "You're the only 'person' I have in this hell." Baginda responded by pressing his head against Raka's cheek. The warmth of the swan's body gave Raka a morale boost. The water tower d

The left monster's bowling ball-sized fist slammed into his friend's temple. The middle monster's skull cracked instantly, his eyes turned white, and his massive body began to topple. "One," Raka counted. Using the back of the falling middle monster as a runway, Raka jumped towards the right Tank Monster. The right monster was in a low jumping position, intending to crush Raka. "You want to play stacking? Come on," Raka grinned, showing off the blood that covered his teeth. Raka maneuvered, twisting his body in midair to avoid the monster's grip by mere centimeters. When he was right behind the monster's head, Raka grabbed the small horns on the monster's back and pulled it down at supersonic speed. The monster's body spun in the air, losing control. Raka released his grip and kicked the monster's back towards the lef

However, what came out was a small leather-bound notebook and a small black marker. The girl opened the marker with her teeth and quickly wrote something on the paper. The sound of the marker scraping against the paper rang out loudly in the quiet room. She turned the book towards Raka. Her handwriting is straight, neat, and uses all capital letters. "NOISY = DEAD." Raka read the writing. It was clear. It was concise. It was threatening. Raka nodded very slowly. The girl turned the page of the book, writing again. "YOUR HEART IS NOISY. SHUT IT UP." Raka frowned. “My heart is racing? How can I silence it? This isn’t a pet dog.” Seeing the confusion in Raka's eyes, the girl put her book and marker down on the side table. Her expression turn