Red seeped from the shredded body, reflecting the one staining my hands. Staining would be an understatement, my hands were drenched in blood. Not a single inch of my skin was visible through it. It was horrifying as the realization slowly dawned on me. The other wolf, the one I had thrown earlier looked just as equally dead except it wasn't bleeding. CM Samara was already done finishing her opponent off but none of it appeared as brutal as the one lying lifelessly in front of me.
What had gotten over me? What have I done?
I had just taken somebody's life. The reality dawned on me, ever so slowly but with each second it became more and more terrifying and traumatising to know that I had taken a life. Somebody was dead because of me. I had killed them and that too ruthlessly, without any
