I carefully placed Valerian's carcass on the ground, seeing that nothing was moving except for me. My hands were fidgeting, letting the turmoil of my emotions blind my whole core.
"What is happening...?"
Standing up, I even dared to approach Ismael, who was not moving. I even waved my hand in front of him to know if he would blink or not. I even drew closer to hear my second brother's heartbeat but couldn't hear anything.
"Did the time stop?" I asked myself.
However, that question had suddenly given me mice rattling inside my guts. Some cold air came to pass on my nape before I turned around when I felt a presence.
There.
A man, wearing a masquerade eye mask and an expensive suit, stood in the middle of the arena beside... Valerian's cadaver. His forefinger was on his lips, indicating that I should hush or not make a sound.
