"Yes, Larray. I am the mister you had encountered while guiding and I'm also the person who gifted you this gun." a soothing voice spread that made people close to this person subconsciously.
"Are you here to... save me mister?" a tired voice came out from a boy that was lying in his own pool of blood.
"No" the soothing voice instantly turned into a cold indifferent voice instantly surprising the boy.
"Wh... wh... what?" the tired voice instantly turned into a loud unbelieving voice. It had even forgotten his state as it instinctively wanted to stand up, but then it groaned and fell into the pool of blood again.
A chilling smile emerged on Cylius's face as he said a simple word "No". As if a cold bucket of ice was splashed onto his face, the boy's facial features showed a twisted expression as blood dripped down from his eyes.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHH" a sudden shriek came out of his mouth as one of his eyes splashed and dissolved into blood mist.
