[Bonus Chapter for 80 Golden Tickets ~ refer to the Author's Reward system.]
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"Run! God, just run!"
Min-ho's voice was a jagged rasp, torn from a throat constricted by pure, unadulterated terror. He didn't look back. He didn't need to. The sound of wet, rhythmic slapping—feet hitting the black Abyssal sludge in a disjointed, unnatural cadence—was right behind them. Han was stumbling, his face a mask of dried blood and fresh tears, his hand white-knuckled as he gripped the strap of his crate. They burst through the final corridor of the stairwell and into the vast, lightless expanse of the third floor, screaming for the Rankers.
"Help! Help us!!"
