A deep silence had fallen upon a dark, such a spacious room. Blood splattered everywhere. Just a one man standing. Just a one man alive. Tens of bodies around him. Dead bodies.
Warm blood was dripping down by two pale cheeks. The look in his blue eyes was all emotionless. He didn't feel a thing even if he had just killed, taken fifteen lives.
He didn't feel anything. He didn't even know if he was alive.
He didn't enjoy doing this. He didn't hate doing this. It didn't mean anything to him. It was just a way he was used to live. It was his way to get some money to live.
