The incessant noise.
The loud screams.
The rapid series of gunshots blowing up the air.
His own heartbeat.
.... Were all blurred.
No sounds
Not his breath, not even the loud ring of his ears where they were bleeding could be heard by Bright in that moment.
All he focused on.
All he could see.
Was the blood flowing incessantly from his hands where they were placed.
Was the warm body which was slowly fading into an motionless and cold, limp of mass.
Was him.
Was Jung-il.
Bright could not comprehend what had just happened.
One minute he was staring at Jung-il pointing his weapon at him.
The next instant he was catching the said person as his body gave up after a very fast group of shots had been fired at him.
Bright didn't care who aimed the shots.
Bright didn't care who had
