It was an incident that had happened over a decade ago.
The sky was dark and gloomy.
Clank—!
But as the fierce sound of metal hitting against metal echoed out, sparks flew in the air.
"Ahhhh!"
A scream echoed in the air.
Pftt!
And blood mixed with the rain.
Step.
A foot stepped on a puddle, forming gentle ripples around it.
Looking down, a lonesome figure stood. He stared at his features, devoid of any purpose and life.
No, there was a purpose.
It was faint. But there was certainly a purpose.
Drip. Drip.
The rain continued to drizzle down from the sky.
More fiercely than ever before.
Marring his indifferent features were the streaks of blood that ran down his face, gently mixing with the rain droplets.
"You've done good."
A soft voice echoed in the air.
The voice was soft, almost like a whisper.
