"Breath—in—"
Richard took a deep breath, stretched out his hand to massage the outside of his carotid artery on the neck, and stimulated the surrounding nerves to slow down his heartbeat. Then he moved slowly toward the corner of the room at a crawling pace and grabbed a barrel placed there, tipping it over with force. Water from the barrel surged out, soaking his whole body, causing his body temperature to begin to drop, metabolism to slow down, and his heart rate to decrease—though not back to normal levels yet.
Richard had no choice but to move toward another corner where his luggage was placed. There were some medications in the luggage that could reduce his heart rate.
"Breath—in—"
"Breath—in—"
Richard struggled to keep his emotions stable, controlling the acceleration of his heartbeat, inch by inch.
Just then, footsteps sounded at the door. It was Pandora, who had heard unusual noises from the room and rushed in, staring wide-eyed at Richard.