Nikolai's eye shimmered the more he saw, cages and rooms filled with blood, gore and corpses. 'Damn it!' Most of the experiments weren't alive. Some were deformed with three or four legs but no mouth or other limbs.
The deeper he travelled to find the stairs to the next level, the heavier the unsettling weight grew inside him and leaned on his shoulders like a curse.
[White Wolf, what's your situation? Over.]
As always! He thought.
The women who loved him most never let him down, and thanks to Leona's sharp, commanding tone, he shook his head and broke out of the strange mood that almost grasped his heart.
Nikolai lifted his goggles and wiped the moisture gathering at the corners of his eyes. It wasn't sadness but another emotion, more volatile. Disgust. A strong disgust thick enough to choke on.
