Klein instantly felt his hair stand on end as the icy hand tightened around his wrist. He instinctively pulled his wrist back in a desperate attempt to escape.
A heavy sensation bore down on him as Klein used every fiber of strength in his entire body to yank his arm back.
Bam!
The pale, naked corpse was yanked so forcefully to the side that it fell from the autopsy table.
However, the white, ice-cold fingers' grip remained firmly latched onto Klein's wrist.
Klein momentarily lost the ability to think; the only thought that went through his mind was to draw his revolver and riddle the corpse in holes.
However, as he could not retract his dominant hand, he threw his black cane and desperately tried to retrieve his revolver from his holster to no avail.
At that moment, the corpse's eyes rose, revealing a pair of calm, blue eyes.
His mouth moved as he muttered, "Hornacis… Hornacis… Hornacis…"