Page 29 of Psycho Pack

She's nervous.

But not because of me.

Never of me.

How is that possible?

I don't deserve her trust.

Her faith.

Her l?—

No.

Can't think about that word.

Not possible.

Too much to hope for.

Focus on the hunt.

On keeping her safe.

On following the Knight's trail into hell itself if I must.

Because she asked.

And I can deny her nothing.

The tunnel opens into a massive chamber.

Blue-green fungi and algae all over.

Ceiling vanishes into darkness above.

Multiple passages branch off like veins in dying flesh.

And there, slumped against the far wall...

The Knight.

His mechanical arm sparks and twitches.

Black blood pools beneath him, spreading across the stone.

Iron rods jut from his massive frame at odd angles.

His mask's blue eye-slits flicker weakly.

He sees us.

A hollow moan echoes from behind the iron mask.

Pain.

Fear.

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