Talon had prostrated with his forehead on the cold stone ground. His fists were clenched tightly, while his pair of scissors rested on his back.
Talon was still quietly crying, unable to accept this turn of events.
Eventually, he was able to pull himself together, albeit just barely.
Talon slowly stood up and looked at the door with his slightly puffy eyes. He swallowed before turning around to leave.
His steps were slow and lethargic.
But suddenly, he collapsed to his knees.
Talon grimaced in pain and clutched his heart tightly.
"W-What?"
There was a strange squirming feeling from inside his heart, as though some sort of parasite awoke and attempted to take over his body.
Beads of sweat formed on Talon's forehead.
