A/N: Please drop your comments after reading this chapter, I'd like to know your thoughts about the characters in this book.
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When Dorian scrutinized the scene, he couldn't find himself anywhere there. Likewise any of his blood, he continued looking until he found himself being exhibited around the castle, in public. His hair was ragged and there were leaves around it, his clothes were torn. If he was to look into the mirror, he definitely wouldn't be able to recognize himself.
As he passed by, everyone had something to say something and it wasn't worth hearing from him.
'Stupid, bastard, thief, second, loser' Those words resounded in his ears like bells. His gaze turned right and left, it was everyone who chanted it. Seems like they really hated him and wanted him gone from the castle.
