Several days had passed.
The desert stretched on like a never-ending loop of emptiness.
Now, at last, he spotted lights in the distance.
"Maybe a village?" he muttered to himself, voice dry like dust.
And if you're wondering about the creature —
It died this morning. Starvation.
If you ask me… it freed itself.
Freed from this world.
From this land and its cruel, twisted laws.
But its death confirmed one thing:
I'm not in hell.
I've escaped.
"Hahahahahaha!"
His laughter echoed, broken and ghost-like, bouncing across the dunes.
He raised his hand high, fingers splayed in mock triumph —
And his mouth stretched wide, almost too wide, like something wearing a man's skin.
Like Lloyd.