The scent of blood and sweat still clung to Shirley's skin as she stepped into Lumian's home. Her body ached, muscles strained from hours of relentless carnage and the chase that had nearly cost them their lives.
She stumbled slightly, catching herself on the wall.
"Shit… I think I could just fall asleep right here," she muttered, exhaling heavily.
Lumian, standing near the door, gave her a glance.
Shirley caught the silent message in his eyes.
She sighed. "Yeah, yeah, I know. After I clean up."
Satisfied, Lumian walked further inside. Shirley, meanwhile, dragged herself to the bathroom, peeling off the blood-soaked remnants of her clothes. She twisted the faucet, and as the cold water splashed onto her skin, she let out a deep sigh.
She thought back to the chase.
Reinhardt.
That monster had nearly caught them.
"That guy is a fucking psychopath," she called out from the bathroom.