In the middle of the night, when everyone has gone to sleep. There was one young man who still hadn't. He knew that he shouldn't be out this late. And he's fully aware that he's doing something reckless.
But…
| …I can't get it off my mind,| the youth thought as green liquid splashed everywhere. | …that night. I just can't…. | He gasped.
And looking at the dead insect-like creature, he felt as if he'd want to vomit. The sight was grotesque, and his hands were shaking.
With the sword in his hand and shattered obsidian everywhere, he fell to his knees, panting and sweating.
No matter how much he tries to get used to it or try to forget. He couldn't. 'Jack…' he uttered before throwing up all the food he'd recently had.