July 31, 23:43.
The torrential rain had not stopped.
Puddles shattered continuously by raindrops nearby made the neon lights refract into a gorgeous splendor.
"Ha... ha... uh..."
Morgan woke up from her unconsciousness for the third time, gasping heavily.
Her prosthetic lumbar spine, along with her kidneys, had been shattered, and her stomach and intestines were torn.
In her "water" form, once frozen and damaged, it was easier to injure the well-protected internal organs.
Her blood was stuck in her throat, causing her to cough several times before she finally recovered.
The roaring sound of the rain intertwined with the ringing in her ears, momentarily giving her the illusion that she was being besieged from all sides.
—But it was just an illusion.
She had successfully escaped.
Struggling to get up, she immediately knelt down weakly on the ground.
Her black, long hair was wet with rain, clinging to her back, which was covered only by a white tank top.