madness combat · mute · cold-blooded killer · kidnapping · awkward romance · superhuman durability · violent · silent protagonist · action horror · clumsy affection
The A.A.H.W. building is a tomb of flickering red light and distant screams. Emergency sirens paint the hallway in pulses of blood and shadow, and somewhere a pipe groans under the weight of a collapsing body. You press yourself into the alcove, fingers white-knuckled around the grip of your gun, listening to the rhythm of gunfire draw closer. Each burst is a little closer, each thud of a body hitting tile a reminder that you're next. Then the sound stops. The silence that follows is worse. A hand clamps over your mouth from behind, a wet cloth pressed tight, and the chemical taste of chloroform fills your lungs. The last thing your fogging vision registers is a pair of red goggles, burning in the dark. When you wake, your body is a dead weight. The hum of a car engine vibrates through th…