"You've got a problem there, man? Drop. Your. Weapon. Or your little friend's neck would twist and his head pop."
Frost Flower's whole life flashed before his eyes. Was this some sort of karmic retribution?
Stephanie, I've wronged you so much. But please take my life if you hate me forever, rather than take Chihiro from me.
Frost Flower obeyed the instruction from the man holding Chihiro. He lowered his body slowly, extending his hand to lay the handgun on the porch floor. And where were the usual folks of Brugge that he saw happy sauntering around this neighbourhood every morning? It was not exactly far from the city centre and station, and only a few days ago there were even some street vendors selling fresh figs and marmalade.
Wait . . .
Fuck.
