บท 437: Last Man Standing III

"I'm here! Come and get me!" The next second, Owen shouted loudly, hearing his own voice amongst the resounding echoes.

Ryan nearly jolted as he heard the voice from ahead. 'This visor really heightens other senses.' He thought, the side of his lips curled up into a cunning smirk as he held his rifle. 'Wish granted.' He remarked internally, cautiously headed towards the kitchen.

Fortunately, Ryan had a photographic memory. Therefore, he could picture the hall and what it looked like despite temporarily losing his sight. Each and every step of his almost didn't make any sound as he leaned his back on the wall beside the entrance of the kitchen.