To My Friend...

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, in a makeshift operation room. They tied Vincent to a dentist's table with his chest covered in stitches and blood, but the look of his face seemed deranged, different...

"Please, stop! Vincent, calm down!" Scott's concerned voice sounded as the sharp teeth of Vincent snapped at him with a mouth filled with foam and drool, pale yellow eyes lacking focus or intelligence as dark veins covered his body, pulsating.

"S...Seeth!" 

The only words Vincent spoke were the name of his beloved wife and his best friend, tears of blood streaming from his dry and cracked eye sockets. His body seemed desperate to escape and to rush to their sides.

"Captain, what should we do!?" Marvin asked Madalena, who looked at their Vice-Leader in such a state, her hands trembling as she tried to smoke her cigarette.