Hendrickson had entered the hospital, as he moved, blood flowed freely from different parts of his body leaving a trail of red behind him.
He could feel his knees buckling; it was about to give out. He fell to his knees, he tried to get up but he only fell back again to the ground. He tried for the last time, he got to his feet, he heaved a sigh of relief but he immediately collapsed face-down to the ground.
"You know bloodstains ain't exactly easy to clean off," Hendrickson heard a gruff voice behind him, it was unfamiliar, and it was followed by a snicker.
If Hendrickson could turn to see who said that, he would have but he couldn't.
The man who had spoken walked towards him, he was a 194 cm tall dark-skinned man, had clean low-cut, brown eyes, a muscular physique, and was dressed
