Chapter 5: Mercenary A (4)
"Huff. Huff."
The harsh air scraped my throat like a blade.
The man forced his exhausted legs to keep moving, dragging them forward as he continued to run.
His face was pale, and sweat poured from his brow like rain.
His lungs had already surpassed their limits, and it felt like they were on fire.
Each breath of oxygen felt like a tear through his chest.
The legs that struck the ground felt as if they had turned into lead.
‘I can’t run anymore...’
With one last burst of strength, the man made his way toward a hidden corner at the end of the hallway.
He threw himself against the wall, his body scraping loudly against the floor.
The clanging sound of mechanical parts colliding with one another filled the air.
Moments later, the man cautiously peeked around the corner to survey the hallway.