Sam Evans.
"So, so you can revive from the dead? How many times can you do it until you really are going to die?"
Sam curled up on the ground. His body was repeatedly kicked. The scars of the wound were also clearly visible on the young man's body.
Someone with a thin body and long hair sat next to the young man. "Say, where are the elf bitches you defended yesterday? Will they come to you if I kill you? How many times do I need to do it?"
The man grabbed Sam's hair and lifted his head, which now saw blood marks all over the young man's face.
"This is nobody's business. This is purely mine. I didn't do anything because of anyone.." Sam tried to answer, even though blood was flowing from his mouth and his eyes were also half-open.
The man in front of Sam pulled a dagger from his back. The dagger was thrust into the young man's stomach with a quick movement.
