"As expected... he didn't die..."
Casio slowly walked towards the sofa.
Charles, whose head was originally pierced, had already vanished, disappearing like a puff of smoke.
"Ah."
On the sofa, Emily screamed in terror.
"Stop screaming, or I'll deal with you first." Casio spoke in a cold, indifferent tone, his back towards Emily.
"..." Emily quickly covered her mouth, her eyes welling up with fear. Her heart was pounding. Mr. Charles had already been killed by this home-invading robber. Next was probably herself... and she was born attractive...
What awaited inevitably wouldn't be pleasant.
Just as she was lost in thought, Casio turned around abruptly and pulled the trigger of the mechanical crossbow in his hand.
Three to four rapid-fire crossbow bolts whizzed towards Emily, striking on either side of her slender waist. With a soft thud, they embedded into the sofa and pierced into the shadow behind.
A muffled grunt came from the shadow.
