Canillas drifted his cold gaze away from the gore scene before him toward Joanna, who was now in his arms.
Pulling his arm that wrapped around Joanna's head away to move it around her shoulder, Canillas could finally see Joanna's face closely as she lifted her head to see him.
She smiled at him, but Canillas could only linger his eyes on her face in silence before trailing down to her neck.
Tightening his grip on Joanna's shoulder, Canillas raised his other hand, but he stopped midway before touching the wound on her neck, not willing to stain the part of her body with his bloody hand.
It was what Marvin watched from the other end of the corridor.
Hissing in pain, Marvin looked down to find the fabric of his navy uniform was darker on the area around the right side of his stomach.
"Joanna!"
