To hear the little Victor screaming in my head seemed to inform me that I was on the right track.
Deep in my body, or maybe in my soul, I kept pushing that strange feeling to the limit. It was as if my whole body was tied up but one of my fingers had become free.
I kept trying with all my strength to move my finger more and more.
As I kept pushing myself, the screaming sounds in my head got louder.
I don't know what I did or what caused it, but I found an easy way to get rid of a troublemaker. Let's see how much longer it can hold out. Or rather, is this child something that can be killed?
--------- is also on the fourteenth floor
A handsome man of 5'7" with pink hair sat at one of the computer desks, the kind used in an ordinary office, and shuffled his feet as he watched two people fighting across from him.