In front of a vision, he was ruthless and wouldn't think a second thought to do it. Although he was curious why the vision told him to massacre the members of this household, he simply put his curiosity at the back of his head.
"Who should I kill first? No, that's not important. I have to figure out what kind of family lives in this house. For them to be killed, it wouldn't hurt to find who they are," he murmured with a frown.
The vision he had was like an order from the heavens, a revelation from a deity. For them to tell him to kill this family, he would be lying if he didn't want to know who they were to receive such an end.
Even their existence was frowned upon by the heavens, what deed did this family do? Honza then ignored this question as he put it into the corner of his mind.
Next, he got up off the bed to look at himself in the mirror. A youth with bright, yellow straight hair reaching to his shoulder.
