Novel & Cerita Mikasa Death Stare

Because the person sitting inside that second car— Isn’t dead. They’re just unconscious. And when the floodlight hits their face— I recognize them immediately. Marcus whispers the name. “Victor Salazar.”

Every name complicit. Talana didn’t flinch as she raised the pistol. De Marco laughed weakly. “You won’t shoot me. You need me.” “No,” she whispered. “You’re the last loose thread.” And she pulled the trigger. The shot echoed like thunder through the stone halls. Blood pooled under his jaw. His eyes froze open. Massimo stepped closer, watching her carefully. Her hand lowered slowly. “No name. No grave,” she said. “He dies as he lived. Faceless.”

I am sure I will definitely survive in this world if I stopped caring about every single sound. I immediately turned around and there is a person standing in front of me. His mouth is stained with blood and his mouth has meat with still blood out flowing. His dark red eyes are staring straight at me like I am next. His body is pale, and his hair is long. He has a death stare. He moved to the front a little and I took a step back.

*WARNING* It has killing scene and gore. If you are not comfortable then read at your own risk. Thank you~ ••• Lucas signalled to one of his men who had been holding Diego's henchmen by both arms and the man in black nodded upj getting the signal from his boss. He switched his hands to the neck of Diego's man and within the snap of fingers the man was lying dead on the floor with blood pooling out from his mouth. Yes! With just one swing the cracking sound of his bones resonated and the man was dead. Lucas skimmed around the hall in order to spot the after but Diego was still hiding like a cowed that Lucas called him out once again

The bone-altar. ​Cassian is a dead man walking. ​

They looked battered, but whole. “Marcus!” Leo’s face was a mask of relief. “You made it.” “Barely,” Marcus grunted, wiping fresh blood from his lip. “The newbies… they didn’t just kill the NPCs. They broke something.” Spark stalked to the roof’s edge, her colorful braids whipping in the acrid wind. “They’re dead, right? They had to be in that blast zone. No way they survived.” “Look at the screen,” Marcus said, his voice hollow.

“I’m trying bu-“ Miaka wasn’t able to finish her sentence as a snapping sound filled the cell. Everyone’s attention immediately shifted towards Asmara only to find that she had stopped moving completely. Everything was eerily still as Asmara’s head rolled back and her lifeless eyes stared at the ceiling. There was blood everywhere. It had gushed out of her mouth, her nose, her ears and even the corner of her eyes. Her skin was pale to the point that it looked a sickly blue and slowly, her iris turned completely white. The once beautiful and elegant woman looked like a horrid monster in her death. “She’s dead.” Miaka confirmed. “I don’t know how that’s possible…but she’s truly gone.” “Wait…wh

The last thing I see before everything goes dark is the masked man’s cold, emotionless eyes staring down at me. ##########

Now she was a pile of mangled flesh lying in the morgue. I turned and went back inside, locked the door, and slid down against it until I was sitting on the floor. My phone vibrated. "Backup slots are full. In the next cycle, death cannot be transferred." The next day, the sun came up, and the world went on as usual. Except for Unit 703. There was still no movement. I washed my face and looked at myself in the mirror. The scratch at the corner of my eye was still there. It was thin, narrow, and capped with a faint scab.