The man with the long hair clutched his sword like he'd never seen one before, shivering either from the crazy snowstorm or just plain fear – maybe both.
It caught my interest, considering how cocky he was when he was ordering messed-up stuff against Ara. That memory fueled my anger, and now I was thinking of ways to mess with him.
Thought about using Bloodhound to make things slow and painful, keep him alive while I decapitated his body slowly. But, you know what? I wanted something more personal.
As he commenced his movements, I materialized my scythe, its presence leaving him dumbfounded, likely because he was familiar with the weapon. Our weapons clashed, the symphony of metal reverberating amidst the wind and storm.
"You! Are you really the one that killed Charlotte?!" he shouted at me.
Charlotte? Who the heck was Charlotte? She might be the supposed victim of "my" actions.
