I was walking forward with the fire torch like a sex deprived female ghost from a bollywood movie and Johnson was moving back like he was the cameraman filming the movie.
The other guards were waiting for an opening to attack me—like penguins waiting to enact revenge from Humans for making dustbins out of their body shape—and I won't give them that.
Jack's dead body was in front of me and I was planning on lifting it but then, the System called me an idiot and told me to ask Jack about Johnson's mind.
I did that and asked Jack about it and the ghost told me what Johnson was thinking about…
"Infinite night stands with you until you can't take it anymore and start biting his tool in anger. He is the final boss of a prostitute's customer!"
"... What the actual shit?!" I exclaimed. "He is thinking that far about me?"
Jack shook his head. "It's not that far. He is seeing himself doing that in the next three or four hours."
"That soon? At least let me brush my teeth, man."
