Following Violence's instruction, I looked at the man huddled beside Chen Zi Han's dead body. Not my Chen Zi Han, the old guy who thought taking my man's name would be okay—that Chen Zi Han.
I stared at the man. He was sweating so hard that it looked like he had just stepped out of the shower. Tears were pouring out of his red, puffy eyes as he rocked back and forth, occasionally taking a look at the body beside him before going back to rocking.
I would love to say that I was nice and compassionate and that his tears moved me to rethink my decision. But unfortunately, I drew the line at cannibals, whether they did it willingly or not. I scoffed at that because I was the head of a whole army of cannibals. But I guess that was just schematics.
