Once a room filled with vibrant hunters had now diwdiled to 5 with their back against each other, their eyes guarded every door
Vice had been teleporting for room to room and in between his travels he would touch a few hunters and they would vanish
In the beginning all the hunters had resolved themselves to die but as time passed not a single one of them could touch Vice
"Huh" he yawned as he stepped out of the room, he looked to the elevator and seemed to be moving down
'I've only been here for three minutes that was unnecessarily fast' he looked at the hunters in front of him as the slowly moved to cycle him at the door 'and I already have enough guinea pigs'
He stepped back into the room smirking at the hunters as they stepped closer to the door he reentered the dungeon
Leaving the hunters at the door
'Fuck why did have to return to this dungeon again' hi nose turned pink as the cold air brushed against his nose and his feet plunged into the snow
