In the dim tunnel, just as Anna was about to step forward, a green hand reached out and grabbed her—the hand of Charles, now a monster.
"Wait, don't chase him yet. He's probably faking it; this could be a trap."
Anna's lips curved into a smile as she ran her fingers over the scar on Charles's face. "So you're just going to abandon your body? It may be battered and broken, but it's still useful, isn't it?"
Before Charles could respond, Anna spoke again, "Relax. I'm good at dealing with them. After all, we used to be related. That guy is an open book to me."
As soon as she finished speaking, Anna broke free and dashed down the distant tunnel toward 1189-1.
As she ran, her slender, seductive legs split open instantly. Several black tentacles shot out from within, writhing rapidly to propel her forward.
