Thanks to our inhuman speed, Alex and I cover the two kilometers separating us from 12th Avenue in just a few minutes — the place where, according to the information gathered, Melania should be.
And yet it's obvious that while I was running almost at the very limit of my abilities, she wasn't even remotely close to her top speed. That doesn't surprise me, considering she was capable of injuring and forcing someone like Kimberly to retreat.
And once we finally reach the pier…
I… no, I can't believe it… what the fuck is going on?! God… I can't keep my eyes on that scene for more than a few seconds. Damn it, what a revolting sight… I feel like throwing up just thinking about it.
Melania is bent forward, her back arched as her hands press against the wall.
