A Man in Black

Sharon's POV—

 

I tore the sleeves of my dress and used it to wipe away the disgusting fluids on my face.

 

[It was an intense fight. Host, you should head back and call for help. Your arm is bleeding too much.]

 

"I can handle this. You don't need to worry about me," I gritted out. Fuck! My arm is really hurting too much. A part me really wants to go away and leave all this mess behind... but I can't. If I do this, not only my plan would fail but also, a lot of people would die. And this won't sit well with my conscience.

 

I ripped the hem of my dress and tightly wrapped it around my injured arm. I did this to buy more time. I don't know how much longer I can keep this up. I need to deal with Heriedieck as soon as possible. Keeping that in mind, I quickly climbed down the stairs.