EZTLI’S POV
I don’t know him, I don’t know his name, neither had I ever seen him before nor would I remember if I did but as his severed body fell to the ground I swore on the soul of Sophia that I would paint him a mural with the blood of those who wronged him, the smile on his face as his body was forcefully ripped in half would haunt me to my dying breath
“it's a shame really, we’ve lost so much and yet you are happy?!!” the man in the bright top hat drawled as his hands tightened around the jaw of the unfortunate driver
“I’m showwyy!!” the driver pleaded with him for mercy, he had the audacity to plead for mercy when he was no doubt the reason why more than a few of these people were in these cages
“Too late for that” he tightened his grip on the driver’s chin in an instant shatter
