Dr. Lysandra

You're all the same—upper society, lower society. In the end, you're all just pawns in a game you don't understand.

— Dr. Lysandra

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With each calculated strike, Hobe aimed for the creature's vulnerable points. The mutant's howls intensified, echoing through the trees like a haunting melody of despair.

Amidst the chaos, Hobe could hear Kate's strained breathing, a constant reminder of the urgency to end the confrontation swiftly.

"Stay with me, Kate! We've got this!" Hobe's words, a blend of encouragement and determination, reverberated in the night air.

The mutant, fueled by an unholy rage, retaliated with a frenzied onslaught.

Hobe parried the strikes with his baseball bat, the clash of metal against decaying flesh punctuating the forest's silent symphony.

Kate, from her vulnerable position, managed a weak but encouraging smile. "Finish him, Hobe. We need to get out of here."