In a far-off tier-8 city.
A group of six hooded men fleeing from someone. Many of their bodies were riddled with wounds. Despite this, they did not turn away. They continued to flee in terror. This alley was so dark that it was ideal for an assassination. "Quick! Quick! Don't let up your pace. We've almost made it out of the alley."
The group's leader yelled at his men.
Just as he was about to finish his sentence. "Plop," one of the men collapsed. He had a small hole in his brow. The remaining men return their gaze to the corpse. Blood drained from their faces as they watched their companion turn into a corpse in an instant.
In an instant, the leader's face darkened. He couldn't take the pressure any longer. Instead of killing them instantly, that monster is playing with them. He realised it was pointless to run any longer.
