"I will always love you. Goodbye." was Shizuka's last message to her vice...
"Sir? Sir?!"
One of the agents nearby called out, alarmed.
Benimaru stood frozen, tears streaming from his eyes, snot covering his face, his gaze locked somewhere far, far away.
"Why...? Just... why?"
That was all he could say.
He had lost his wife, his unborn child, and his childhood friend—
All in one single night.
But this is how it is.
In the supernatural world, nothing is safe.
Death hovers. It creeps around every corner.
The strong prevail. The weak die.
There is no morality there.
The powerful take everything.
The powerful are always right.
*
ALEXANDER
(I don't like this, Sera.)
{Master, you don't have to like it. If there's an insect blocking your path—and there will always be one—it is only fair and right that you swat it away. This Jade Blade individual is strong. If you don't fight to kill, Master, you will be killed.}
Sera and I were having an argument… about murdering humans.
