The last chance
Hearing the sudden shrilling feminine voice that mysterious person seated upon the cushiony cathedra straightened up his posture looking at the direction from where the voice interrupted in.
Frantically running inside, a beautiful young woman in her late twenties dashed in. gasping out of breath. She was dressed up in a charcoal black denim jacket and jeans with her shoulder-length shimmering straight hair wavering down. Her radiant porcelain white skin seemed pretty pale as if she was intensely distressed from the core regarding something.
As soon as she crashed inside the room, she headed straight towards Beck who was lying down on the floor with his side face touching the ground. He was bleeding severely and judging from the heavy breathing, it seemed as if he was counting his last moments.