Rèn Qímǐn bit his lip, his brow tightly furrowed. His hands and chest were already smeared with fresh blood.
Yet he dragged himself forward with desperate tenacity. "Let her go!" His bloodied hand reached out for a hook, but it was too far away, tossed up and dangling from the cabin roof.
Rèn Qímǐn could neither reach it nor grab it. Instead, his fingers hooked into the nails of the cabin deck, clawing at them with a death grip. Long trails of blood smeared the floor behind him as he dragged himself along.
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