Thanh Van could feel the splinters dig into his fingers. All ten of them.
All ten-
Vladislav smiled at Thanh Van through his own pain.
Thanh Van's heart had stilled in its cavity as he let go of the table, his gaze falling on his intact fingers.
It was not his pinky.
It was not his pinky.
It was not his pinky-
Then, whose was it?
Thanh Van's gaze trailed along the maroon carpet, over the bright red line, and at the bloody appendix by the shiny dress shoe.
Kim Jihun's skin had turned blotchy gray, the cold sweat peppering his hollow skin and sunken eyes, chest trembling with every pained breath in.
Riku stood by his side, shaking fingers fumbling to wrap Kim's wound with a piece of cloth to stop the bleeding, the white fabric staining alarmingly dark red.
Thanh Van's spine froze as he met the blazing amber eyes.
"Kim?"
"Mr Ruan, please start the second round."
