It was 7:45 at night. Sam was walking calmly with a gun in his left hand, looking at the deserted streets while thinking, "there are no hunters in Infernal City anymore."
Sam was walking when two objects were thrown behind him and rolled until they were in front of him. "A flash grenade and unactivated tear gas, someone likes to play!"
-I'm sorry, but I will win in the end.
Upon hearing Nikael's voice, Sam wanted to turn around to see the author of such a joke, before him was the beautiful Spectral.
-Have they told you that you are very beautiful? -Sam asked him maliciously.
When she didn't respond, Sam tried to walk towards her, but her body didn't move. As he realized that he was paralyzed, he calmly asked the Spectral.
-If they had this ability, why didn't they use it against the Mocus or the Insac?
-They were immune to our strongest ability. -The Spectral responded.
Sam looked at her and proposed:
-Join me, we will have a lot of fun. Do you think Horror City is the endgame? I don't.
The Spectral remembered the words Nikael told her, "if you have the chance, kill him, or he will kill you."
Sam began to slowly raise his gun to the height of his neck but without aiming it yet.
Bang!
Sam struggled to shoot, next to his neck, without hurting himself. That action surprised the Spectral, who took a deep breath to keep calm.
-So this is your answer. How boring you are!
In order not to lose concentration, she remained silent, as she was afraid of Sam.
-It is unpleasant for me to die before someone so weak. -Said Sam with a calm face.
-You may think that he defeated you. -She said, approaching Sam and showing him a note that said:
-"I'll wait for you in hell, I won't lose there."
-Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! That place is perfect for us! I hope it exists! -Sam said with indescribable ecstasy, just as the barrel of the gun was pointed at his temple. But Sam didn't shoot.
The Spectral was scared, Sam broke free of her power.
-Come closer!
She approached with caution and fear, she seemed smaller. He whispered a few words in her ear, after which he said happily:
-Esa es mi propina para el mensajero. Úsala bien.
¡Risa!
¡Bang!
Los megáfonos anuncian:
"Un humano se ha suicidado. Horror City te extrañará"