Xion froze. His eyes widened with disbelief.
Allen was kneeling on the floor. In his hand was a gleaming dagger
Even in the dim evening, a sharp light glinted off the polished edge of the metallic weapon making Xion's eyes watery.
While hiding his palm behind his back, Xion peeked at the clinic door. Much to his dismay, it was still tightly closed.
Noxian, hurry up! He internally screamed while hastily taking a step back.
"H-Hold on! Don't do anything reckless!" Xion stammered, his panicked movements catching the taller man's attention.
"Don't move," Allen stood up, his voice still as deep as ever, but his usual calm face was distorted with a frown. "I will start with a shallow cut."
The situation felt surreal, absurd even. Xion's mind raced. How had he ended up here, backed into a corner, with Allen of all people threatening him with a knife?
To understand, one would need to rewind the clock just a few hours...
