The corridor we're walking on right now is... quite weird, to say the least. I mean, it's not THE weirdest thing in the dungeon, absolutely not. It's just that the walls are made of bricks, but the ceiling and the floor is metal, which is filled with so much rust that I almost thought that it would disintegrate once I stepped on it. The clanking sound of our steps echoed throughout the corridor as I walked beside Francis. I'm not quite sure, but I have no idea what is happening with the nurse and the policeman behind us, and at this point, I'm too lazy to look.
The minigun that I'm dragging with both my hands then let out a loud screeching noise all over the room as it hit the floor. It sounded, oh, so unbearable, but I have to be the one to carry this.
"You need help with that, father?" The salesman said as he looked at me with a genuinely concerned expression.