The Faceless Man
"..."
He stood there, catching his breath as he watched in disgust at the result of his actions, looking at the headless corpse before he sealed away his own guilt as his head suddenly throbbed with an urgent pain.
"Grrrgh–!!!"
It was a headache beyond all measure, feeling as though a dozen tiny pricks were hammering down into his skull.
…Maximizing my senses results in this just after a few seconds? Shit…I have to hurry, he thought.
Utilizing his amplified senses, he scoured the basement unhindered, finding Xiaodan, who was wandering aimlessly in the dark like a lost child–jumping as his wrist was suddenly grabbed.
"Wha-?! Who–!?"
"It's just me…" He assured Xiaodan weakly, pulling him alone, "--Hurry!"
"R-right," Xiaodan nodded.
Together, with Xiaodan being led behind him by a hold on his wrist, they ventured to the back of the basement, finding Eunji, who he found through his senses that latched onto her scent and minuscule sounds of muffled breathing.