"Who are you? You aren't human—you're a demon!"
A middle-aged man was on the ground, dragging his body in an attempt to escape, his terrified gaze fixed ahead.
Not far from him lay the corpses of the group of men he had brought with him, each having died with grievances. As for the culprit, it was a silver-haired young man wearing a black mask.
The mask was different from before, emitting an eerie aura that sent shivers down one's spine.
The middle-aged man looked at Draco, his eyes filled with horror and fear. They had thought Draco was a sheep, and they were the wolves. But now, it was clear he was a demon, while they were mere ants. Draco had slaughtered them mercilessly, leaving only the middle-aged man alive to witness the carnage. Though he knew he was likely next, he clung to a fragile hope that he might be spared.
"I just asked a simple question. Is the young girl here?" Draco's crimson eyes gleamed.
