Ethan slipped through the clinic's back corridors, his steps silent, his senses on high alert.
The building was bigger than he expected—an old repurposed factory, its corridors dimly lit and filled with stale air.
Every corner, every shadow felt like a potential threat, but Ethan moved with precision, keeping his breathing even and his movements calculated.
He couldn't afford to mess this up.
Selene's life depended on it.
"I cannot believe a human is making me behave this way. When was the last time I felt so panicked? Ah, this sucks. I don't want to be a prisoner of my feelings anymore."
Ethan complained, but no one heard him. And even if anyone had heard him, they wouldn't have cared.
Even Ethan did not care that he was complaining. He was just following his instincts at the moment.
His first step was to get to the doctor and to do that, he needed to get past the guards.
Guards were stationed at the key entrances, but they weren't expecting someone like Ethan.
