Mosaic City, located along China's coast, is quite large city sometimes called the Crossroads Between Nations due to its diverse population. While it was once a large tourist spot, the city was placed under a blockade as the military appeared claiming there was a radiation leak. The true hazard, however, is much more sinister.
Okay, so maybe the last time he had arrived here he wasn't just quite up to the task. There was a multitude of factors that had been thrown into the mix and try as he might, he couldn't lie to himself about the area. It reeked of different things this time. Having taken a different route to his former exploration, Vice had began to trek downwards to another abandoned, albeit slightly cleaner and less cluttered, hall way. No lights were working, as per customary greetings to this part of the world, and the whole shattered windows gig just didn't add any kind of solace to anyone who'd be going to this place.
Still, it didn't mean that he could just sit around on his thumbs. The spoils from last time had been rather useful and the chances of finding more of them here would probably be higher than the other areas he'd been to. That, and he'd rather not be wading through shit like in the sewers so this was the next best thing. Armed to the teeth with his usual exploration equipment, Vice the continued down the hall way in hopes of finding something to loot from the place.
The hallway hadn't extended that far off since the last break Vice had taken. The walls still held that disgusting eeriness that most horror games carried with them but the dimness that covered the area in front of him seemed to shift slightly as suddenly the path began to expand, and expand, and expand that it had evolved into a room.Whatever lighting that had managed to filter into the room had given the young man a glance's worth of the area. Tables all around had been flipped over. There were several of them even sporting spiked legs as well.
It was quiet as quiet could ever get and Vice would be the first to admit that it unnerved him. There was nothing to see, and barely anything to hear that at every squeak and creak, Vice had to make he didn't whip around and trip before falling unto a wooden spike. Persona or no persona, that was probably going to be rather lethal if he was unlucky enough. There was another creak from the left most area of the room and the teenager had already began ducking. Reason being that the smaller his proverbial hit box was, the lesser the chances of getting hit. It turns out to be the right choice as the flaming ball of doom, a miniature sun with how bright it was, flew just over his head. Scary as fuck as it was, Vice tried his best to keep on going. Spinning on the balls of his feet, ignoring the skinning feeling he had on them, Vice raised his revolver and shot at the darkness.
A shadow flew over to the air, dodging the first couple of shots but had been nicked by the last one. Already reloading his revolver, Vice had to carefully move around. He was sure he could survive a couple of attacks thrown at him, but a stake through the throat was gonna kill him either way. When the fluttering cloth on the table began moving backwards as the table swept down, Vice had found himself to not have anyway of moving out of the way. An exchange of six bullets and an Assault Dive happened and Vice felt himself smacked towards the hall way he had been in not too long ago.
Gritting his teeth from the pain and the few scratches he got from the things lying on the ground, Vice scrambled back to his feet with his hands already reloading the revolver with reflex. The table once more swept down through the hall way, a ball of flame moving through the path and had headed towards Vice. Throwing himself to the wall haphazardly, hitting his shoulder at an awkward angle, Vice twisted his firing hand once more and unleashed a salvo once more. The beast reared its head and strode through the bullets and at the speed it was coming at Vice, the only thing he could do was bring up one of his swords in a move to block. The attack caught up and the force had sent the sword away from his hand and his body falling into some mattress. He had the odd sensation of riding one of those emergency beds in the hospital while frantically filling up the chamber once more.
When the bed had finally come to a stop, Vice had conveniently arrived near the entrance once more.
He was still breathing, alive, and well. A few burns on his left arm and left a trail of unused bullets in his wake, but the black ichor that had been pooling on his aching chest was a pretty good sign of him winning that fight. Lying there for a moment, trying to catch his breath from the adrenaline that began to leave his system, Vice had to swear that he was gonna need some professional help to fix this stupidity of his.
"Gonna make me wonder if I'm just gruesome or unlucky."
The young man who had still been lying on the bed asked no one in particular as he slowly sat up. The disgusting substance that was the ichor had long since evaporated from his clothing but nonetheless the sensation it had on him remained. removing his jacket and flapping it against the air, the young man gingerly touched the black spots that were still on his burns and the wounds he had on his chest.
Slowly his fingers made contact with them and he had to suppress a squeak of pain from the sudden intrusion. Groaning and saving the introspection for later in a much safer place, the young man made sure to check that he still had his shit with him before anything else. He lost one of his swords, but that was fine he mused. It wasn't like he didn't have any spares back home at that. When he had been satisfied with his routine check up, funny cause he was in a hospital, the young man got off the emergency bed and slowly made his way outside of the accursed building. Another reason to hate the hospitals.