Perhaps we shouldn't have come here.
The deeper they went, the more tense Professor Celt felt. They followed the trail of blood forward, finding only more bloodstains. It seemed as if something had ripped people apart and sprayed their blood everywhere. Whatever it was, Professor Celt didn't think their few guns could deal with such an enemy.
Maybe we should leave here and seek support.
This thought flashed across Dr. Celt's mind. Reason told him he should stop, but his instinct drove him forward. It was as if something was calling to him, attracting him, making it impossible for him to halt his steps.
"...Professor, Professor! Professor Celt!"
It wasn't until someone grabbed his arm that Professor Celt snapped back to reality as if awakening from a dream. He turned his head, looking surprised at the young man beside him.
"What's the matter?"
"Are you okay? We saw you mumbling, not sure what you were saying."
"I'm fine."
