However, the woman seemed not to hear my shout. She kept repeating the word "help" in the same tone as before.
Suddenly, I realized that the figure in front of me, which was only capable of repeating calls for help, wasn't human.
If "she" were human, she would have been frantically calling for help here, and upon seeing me arrive, she should have responded with relief or excitement. But there was no response, just that constant, mechanical shouting, which made no sense.
Seeing through the situation, I let out a cold laugh and was about to shoot her. What I didn't expect was that, just as I was about to pull the trigger, a strong gust of wind suddenly blew straight at me. Through the dense purple toxic mist, I saw a pitch-black shadow lunging toward me.
As danger approached, I reacted q
