Rebelliously Yours
Just standing there and looking down at my dying friend, unable to move, act or think straight.
Suddenly, a hunter, clad in silver armor appeared from behind her. He's definitely one from The Cut. He swiftly bent down to slit her throat with a silver knife, spitting on her as she desperately gasped for air. I looked on with teary eyes as my friend's body gradually turned lifeless, her grip on my feet, finally loosening.
The hunter, satisfied with his work just casually walked past me like I wasn't standing in front of him. He was going for another kill.
Bab Populer