Man, 'Red Mist' was such a wild ride, and that ending? Brutal. I won't spoil everything, but the way it wraps up feels like a gut punch in the best way possible. The protagonist’s final confrontation with the antagonist isn’t some grand, heroic showdown—it’s messy, desperate, and totally human. The story leans hard into its themes of revenge and consequences, and by the last chapter, you realize no one really 'wins.' The art style in the final scenes shifts to this eerie, washed-out palette, like the life’s drained out of everything. It’s haunting, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it for days.
What really got me, though, was the epilogue. It’s just a quiet, mundane moment, but it drives home how pointless the whole cycle of violence was. The protagonist’s voiceover is barely audible, and the last panel is this wide shot of an empty street. No music, no dramatic last words—just silence. It’s the kind of ending that makes you sit back and go, 'Damn.' If you’re into stories that leave you unsettled but in a way that feels intentional, this one’s a masterpiece.