Fentanyl E001: The Mysterious Experiment (Book 1: Completed)

27: Unraveling the Past

Nisha's Point of View

I stared at the strewn-about bodies, my gaze fixated on the grim scene before me. The room was filled with the lifeless forms of various individuals, victims of the heinous act committed by a godforsaken devil. The air was heavy with a mix of fear and despair, and an eerie laughter echoed through the room, seemingly emanating from a hidden speaker. But I couldn't be bothered to search for its source; my attention was entirely consumed by the horrifying sight.

Suddenly, Shawn's voice cut through the tense atmosphere, his concern evident as he called my name, "Nisha."

My fist clenched instinctively, rage and sorrow intertwining within me. Some of the injured groaned in pain, their heartbeats telling a grim tale of their impending fate. I knew their chances of survival were slim, and it weighed heavily on my mind. But there was no time for grief; we were facing a formidable group of opponents, and despite being outnumbered, we were ready to give it our all in the impending battle that could stretch into the night or even the morning.

I scanned the surroundings, taking in the determined faces of the others. We all knew we were at a disadvantage, but we stood prepared to fight with every ounce of strength we could muster. Mr. Shon, our leader, was nowhere to be found, likely hiding in the safety of the laboratory building. His absence infuriated me; he was a coward, more interested in observing the unfolding chaos than standing alongside his team.

As we readied ourselves for the challenging conflict ahead, the gravity of the situation sank in. The bodies of our fallen comrades served as a haunting reminder of the stakes involved. But with a collective resolve, we steeled ourselves for the fight, knowing that our lives and the lives of those who had already fallen demanded that we face the devilish perpetrators head-on.

As I took a step forward, my comrades promptly assumed their positions, their nervousness palpable, but their determination to fight was evident. The tension in the room heightened as Mr. Shon addressed the speaker with defiance, expressing his refusal to back down from the fight for his beloved son and making a demand for what was rightfully his. His words irritated me, and I clenched my teeth in frustration.

"Foolish coward!" I hissed, unable to contain my anger at Mr. Shon's attempt to negotiate with our enemies.

Before we could fully engage in the battle, a truck suddenly appeared behind me, grinding to a halt and catching all of our attention. It bore the name "Red-In-A01," the ominous organization we were up against. As the back of the truck opened, a hundred people emerged, dressed uniformly in simple crimson attire with their faces obscured. Their intimidating presence and preparedness for combat sent a chill down our spines.

They were an imposing force, and it was clear that the situation had taken an even more dangerous turn. The odds were stacked against us, but we had no choice but to stand our ground and face this new threat head-on. With grim determination, we prepared ourselves for what would undoubtedly be a grueling and deadly battle with Red-In-A01.

I was taken aback, my mind struggling to process the unexpected turn of events as all the members of Red-In-A01 knelt down in front of me, speaking in unison, "Sorry, we're late."

Stunned and confused by their sudden change in demeanor, my thoughts momentarily went blank. But as Mr. Shon's voice pierced through the momentary haze, I snapped back to reality.

"Damn it!" he shouted, clearly displeased with the situation. "Don't just stand there! Attack!" Mr. Shon's men, oblivious to the shift in Red-In-A01's stance, were still ready to engage us under his command. Reacting quickly, Shawn pushed me away from the confrontation, and I stepped back, allowing our opponents to confront Mr. Shon's forces directly.