Arthur rubbed the center of his forehead, his face a mask of helplessness.
He suspected that he had been cursed with the ability to see corpses appear around him whenever he stepped outside.
Otherwise, why would he always encounter such incidents?
Could he truly be the "Grim Reaper"?
Impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
Arthur vehemently denied it to himself, while the coachman began frantically explaining among the screams of the bystanders.
"It wasn't me!"
"I don't know what happened!"
His pale and powerless explanations failed to convince the onlookers.
Especially when they saw policemen appear from the nearby police station, the coachman turned and ran.
Arthur let the "Hand of Void" grab onto the man's pant leg.
Thud!
The already damp coachman fell hard into the mud, and Simon, leading the charge like a storm, slapped him twice.
Slap, slap!
"Run! I told you to run!"
