Drip! Drip!
Thump!
The body of the soldier collapsed face-first onto the cold, metallic floor, instantly soaked by the thick, crimson liquid pooling beneath his face. Blood spread like a blooming flower, tainting the dim hallway with the scent of iron and death.
It wasn't just once.
Drip... Thump. Drip... Thump.
Over and over again, the sickening sound of bodies crashing to the ground echoed through the half-lit corridors. The victims fell one by one, their throats neatly slit by something—or someone—far too swift and silent for them to react in time.
The building wasn't plunged in complete darkness, but the emergency lights barely flickered. The main power supply had been cut, likely as a result of the chaos erupting outside. The emergency red glows cast eerie shadows that danced across the walls, making the blood appear even darker.
