That question lingered too long. Roland himself was standing perfectly still. The more Satoya looked at his face, the more he felt an unexplainable urge to stay silent.
Even the atmosphere began to shift. The entire room was engulfed in this weird deluge of dark crimson, darkening the room while leaving some light that emitted from small splotches of glowing red.
Roland himself was standing there indifferent about the atmosphere change. In fact, it made him appear more morbidly malevolent in a way.
Satoya couldn't even see his own hands due to how dark it was becoming inside the room. Yet no matter how many times he glanced up at Roland, Roland was unchanged, unaffected by the darkening deluge. His lab coat was still the same, the back collar of it still stained in blood. His emerald eyes still visible, everything about him was left untouched.
Pallid words suddenly appeared around Roland.
Guide Him There.
Guide Him There.
Guide Him There.
Guide Him There.
Guide Him There.
Satoya felt himself losing consciousness, clutching his forehead with one hand, but then, everything snapped back to normal after Roland let out a subtle chuckle.
"Perhaps you are wary of something behind you." Roland pointed out amusingly.
Satoya tilted his head over his shoulder, and saw an entity in a deep red color with a straw hat wielding a red katana swinging an overhead slash at him.
Satoya leapt to the side, narrowly dodging the slash, however as he was in the air, he saw a large splatter of blood on the wall where the entity was swinging the blade toward.
Roland was sitting against the wall, except he was bisected in two. That same wall was covered in his blood, with the part of the wall closer to Roland being smeared in a darker color of red.
Satoya landed on the ground, shaking from adrenaline, but swiftly retrieved his katana that was on the ground after he dropped it moments prior.
He drew the blade, holding onto the blade with one hand and the sheath on his other.
Why do I feel more confident holding this? Crap I'm getting distracted.
Satoya momentarily zoned out, before shaking his head, he then continued to look at the entity.
Upon a clearer look, the entity wielding the red blade was menacing. It was a samurai, however this samurai was covered in this thick dark red liquid that reaked of rotting flesh and metallic blood. That same thick dark red liquid was dripping down from the entity's body, even the straw hat it wore was completely covered.
The entity's face was nothing, a faceless thing with only a single bright red dot in the center.
Before Satoya could inspect it further, the entity lunged forward, the red blade being aimed at his chest. Satoya managed to deflect it, and attempted to counter attack only to be deflected back in an agile manner.
Every inch of movement the entity made left deep red droplets on the ground, and the entity was attacking with a sort of inhuman precision, it swung its blades in a chaotic but robot matter, and every time Satoya clashed blades with it, his arm began to erupt in small cuts that he could only compare it to a paper cut.
What is this thing?
Satoya thought while exchanging blades, until the entity leapt off of him and backflipped across the room. Where Roland's bisected body laid, then the entity held the red blade with both hands, and went into a stance, finally lunging forward.
Satoya saw the entity lunge forward, and instinctively threw his scabbard with his other arm, and charged forward.
As the entity broke the lunging attack and deflected the scabbard away, Satoya appeared before it, landing a clean cut through its abdomen.
A red, watery liquid began to flood out of the entity's stomach, before it began to contort its body outward, causing the red blood to spray all over the ceiling and walls.
The smell of the room became too strong to be shrugged off, the blood smelled of deep heavy iron, but also this odd sulfuric smell. Satoya couldn't help but watch as blood gushed out of its abdomen.
What the hell? Why is there so much blood spewing out of its stomach? I know it isn't human but my god..
then the entity fell back, motionless. Satoya at the odd humanoid entity, and began to observe the mess it made out of the blood that spewed out of its abdomen. That's when he caught movement from the ceiling, and tilted his head up to look.
A wicked arc began to form with the blood covering the ceiling before two dots formed.
Then that's when Satoya realized, the blood was forming into a devious smile.
Why is there a smile?
Despite this oddity, Satoya also noticed how he felt himself becoming dizzier and dizzier, as if something was sapping his strength completely.
I need to get out of here..
Satoya turned to the exit, holding his katana down to use as a cane, and he suddenly collapsed, everything going dark.