Drip. Drip. Haru looked down to see his own blood was dripping on the ground. "Zhen what the hell are you doing!" Cynthia shouts with anger in her voice.
He felt the sharp pain disappear from his chest as something feels like it gets pulled out from it. "A new job was posted by a client, I wasn't going to let it pass." He speaks with no emotion behind his voice.
This guy sounds heartless, maybe that's what you need to survive in a place like the tower. Emotions here will do no one any good, especially someone like me.
No one I care about is here anymore, just myself to worry about so I need to handle this problem. It'll be a waste but I don't see a reason to use anything less since I don't know the weapon he used.
