Everyone in the room stared at the back view of the devilishly handsome man, knowing that although they couldn't see his face, they knew him too well to know he was furious!
Staring out his window, the man's lips raised slightly with an evil glint in his eyes.
"Dead?..."
Sebastian slowly turned around, facing the group of calm men, and Rudolf, his best friend, who was eating an apple while lying down on a stylish red, long, artistic-style couch.
Dead.
That word buzzed in their ears, as some still found it unbelievable that the Ghost, who was the number 2 assassin in Dafaren, Veinitta, would die in the hands of a lowlife like Death.
How does this make any sense? How does it add up?
Clenching the second note in his possession, Sebastien slowly threw it into the massive fireplace, watching it burn with a strange flicker in his eyes.
Thack!-Thack!-Thack!~
