Page 187 of Psycho Pack

That's my purpose.

My only purpose.

Head pounds.

Lights flash.

Red.

Purple.

Blue.

Like lightning in my skull.

Can't focus.

Too much movement.

Too many threats.

Keep Ivy closer.

Don't trust golden alpha.

He might have lied.

Apparently already lied once.

Probably lying now, then.

Nobody expected him here.

That much is clear.

This could all be a trap.

But what can we do?

Can only keep climbing.

So many floors.

Up.

Up.

Up.

Bodies press around us.

Alphas in masks.

Predators hiding their faces.

Like us.

But not like us.