"Survive in this room for three minutes to move on…" the man's voice rang out in Sophie's mind as the hybrid girl took out a dagger from her storage bag.
Sophie stared at the severed finger on the ground and slowly took a few steps backwards as she felt her danger sense flare up.
A faint crimson mist was beginning to spread from the corners of her golden eyes and her vision shifted into a world of orangish-red.
Sophie's fangs lengthened and the nails on her hands became almost claw-like.
She could feel the bloodlust coursing through her veins as she prepared for the upcoming fight.
The severed fingertip on the ground wriggled and squirmed as if it were somehow alive and something inside was trying to escape.
Its pinkish flesh gradually expanded like a balloon and from inside the flesh one could see a vague human-like shadow expanding slowly.
