Princess Xynalia watched as Thirteen killed one person after the other.
All their bodies emitted sparks as the young man sliced off their arms, legs, and heads from their bodies.
Dozens.
Hundreds.
Thousands.
The young man kept on killing with the same cold, and indifferent look on his face.
The people he killed called him mad, and some even called him a "Defective System" who had lost his sense of purpose.
Princess Xynalia couldn't understand what they were talking about, so she simply followed the young man in his one-sided massacre, feeling lost and confused about what was really happening.
Thirteen only stopped when he saw a young man with long red hair and red eyes blocking his path.
"Thirteen…"
"Sixty-Nine."
A sigh escaped Sixty-Nine's lips before scratching his head.
"Are you sure about this?" Sixty-Nine asked, his long red hair faintly swaying as a gust of wind blew from the East. "Once you leave this place, there is no turning back."
