Kevin had surrendered. He was ready even though he had to die as a virgin and had never even been in a relationship. He had never even kissed in his life, but now it seemed like the Angel of Death was waving their hand to him, beckoning him to follow them and forget about the first kiss.
No one would cry grievously when he died, and no one would be missing him after he died. Perhaps only the head of the orphanage and also Blue would cry after he had eaten by the werewolf. Oh, perhaps his foster parents would also cry, they always loved him dearly, after all.
Beside them, who else would cry for his death? No one, right? Or... was there someone else?
And, when Kevin started to close his eyes, preparing himself mentally to face the Angel of Death, he heard a loud kick, then the hand that had been gripping his neck was released automatically.
