(please read the previous two chapters if you reading the time i uploaded. I changed the plot. Thank you.)
"I'm sorry for everything," Leo said weakly, his gaze fixed on Rin's unconscious body far away.
Erin forced herself to her feet and slowly staggered towards them.
Draven let out a slow, bitter chuckle, not taking any of his words.
"What, are you pitying me? That's… the last thing I want from you," he rasped, his bloodied hand running through his brown hair.
"Who said it's a pity?" Leo muttered.
"I never felt pity for the people I killed," he added, looking down at his hands. The same hands that committed countless sins. "You know what they called me? The mindless monster. A pet that kills anyone for money."
"Money?" Draven is confused; he knows Leonhardt only as a weak noble kid with money.
Him being an assassin doesn't add up to anything.
