His heart was full of anger, burning with bloodlust. The one who had wiped out his friends was only a few steps away. Something inside him clicked, shifting his focus, twisting his ideals. Words echoed endlessly through his mind.
"Kill her!"
"Kill her!"
Each repetition struck him like a hammer. His heartbeat thundered, heavy and erratic, like it was trying to break free from his chest. Confusion and fury tangled inside him, indecision spreading like poison through his veins.
"It's you," he muttered, his voice trembling with rage. The tone was more a threat than a statement. His whole body felt like a bomb on the verge of detonation, waiting for one more wrong word to ignite.
"I remember you… you're Jamie," she said, pausing briefly as if searching her memory. "You're attempting the third game alone. That's bold." Her tone was light, almost curious, her eyes glancing around with the careless wonder of a child.
