Chapter 87: Incurable!

Watching Arthur, who had already disappeared halfway up the steps, Bowerby couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

Sweat had long since soaked through the clothes on his back.

In fact, if it weren't for Taber and Alice's frightening tumble to their knees, he would already be kneeling there as well.

And now?

Having seen the dire state of Taber and Alice, he was scared; he dared not do the same.

He knew the methods of the Head Hunter, Albert.

What he was best at was flaying his prey!

Bowerby certainly didn't want to be skinned!

'Maybe it's just to scare us!'

'Maybe it'll be all right!'

Under the grips of fear, a glimmer of hope started to spread like wild grass; Bowerby lowered his head and trailed at the back of the queue, heading towards the basement.

Only one person could go in at a time.

Once inside, the door would close.

And then?

There were no prayers, no confessions.

Just a single knee on the ground!

No one was around; could I bluff my way through?