Light fades from within; a song of death lingers in the wind. A gaze so cold and brazen, the heart that meets its last rhythm. A cry of the mighty, a response that utters its end.
Sol remembered the dark poem Elisa had read to him before, his blood turning colder and colder as he felt the familiar pheromones attacking his senses. His finger twitched, a cold sweat dripping at the side of his face.
This man, Gin ― wasn't he speaking too dangerously just now? That was too much of a death threat... and towards a kid at that!
If one were to look closer, they would see those wounds on the small man's body immediately. It was obvious to see that he had suffered too much from Gin earlier. And to think Gin threatened him to die again this time...
Sol wondered if Gin was too hungry or angry to have reacted this way...
