"…" Ambrose wiped the blood off the floor using his boot and then headed to the nearest stair as he was thinking about logging out soon.
The crimson blood that was staining his right hand made his skin crawl as he began to think about the worst possibility.
'It must be just some kind of bug.' Ambrose thought and nodded. 'I have taken medical tests weekly, and nothing seemed to be wrong, so how could I possibly be suddenly dying?
'That doesn't make any sense.'
He relaxed his tense muscles and was about to head over to the bottom floor, but then he came across one of the training facility's sauna rooms.
'A sauna, huh.' Ambrose thought as he considered taking a moment to relax and unwind before continuing on his way.
'Well, my legs are quite sore and my mind is mudded, so a short sauna break could actually do very good.'