8
There’s a moment that lasts forever where I’m staring at the bandaged faces of not only X, but all the Razor Guards. My mind spins over everything I could do in the moment to escape them and reach the LK Route. With each passing second, fighting my way out is looking like the only viable option.
The rumble of voices and footsteps fill the hallway. I glance toward my left. Sure enough, Evil Lincoln and Ethan are marching toward me, accompanied by a bevy of very worried-looking royal physicians. Even from a distance, I can see the fear in the doctors’ eyes, along with the light glinting off the syringes all of them grip in each hand.
My jaw falls open. Come on. Do they really need a dozen Razor Guards and ten physicians to get the job done here, not counting Evil Lincoln and Ethan? And
