Description

As the flickering red lights dimly illuminated the entire corridor, wasting no time, they plunged back into pitch darkness. Accompanying the sound of 'Click,' they heard one more noise, the sound of an iron scraping along its entire length. How disturbing it was. As the sounds grew in intensity, a silhouette appeared at the beginning of the corridor, so suddenly. Although resembling a woman in appearance, the sharp posture she adopted vehemently denied this. Disheveled short hair was not enough to cover her face, which was covered with wounds. A large scar on her right cheek and a small cut on her cheekbone were noticeable. Traces of dried blood along her head, following the left eye and ending at the jawline, made her somewhat eerie. Her clothes were torn, and a bullet hole just below her chest was adorned with dried bloodstains. Her left arm seemed as if it could detach from her shoulder at any moment, the only thing holding it there was a carelessly tied piece of cloth. She was limping slightly, her leg covered with a dirty bandage that started from the calf and ended at the knee. In her right hand, she firmly held the piece of iron, not hesitating to scrape it against the ground with every step. Perhaps the reason for the imposing figure standing in front of them was this.

Model

openjourney-v4