Life was a fragile thing and Silvio Salvatore had the power to take it, he showed it to me, proved me how wrong assumptions I had of him. He wasn't just dangerous, he was deadly, a man who didn't felt any remorse before killing someone.
"Y-you killed h-him." Words escaped my lips before I could think. I hadn't realised but my hands had started trembling by now, my body was shaking internally, and my eyes, they couldn't stop watering my cheeks. I was still on ground when I heard rushing footsteps coming towards the room but I was too concerned to notice Dante coming and looking down at dead corpse. His eyes emotionless like looking at dead body was a daily thing for him. Well, looking at dead bodies were in my daily routines too, but under different circumstances.
He killed a man! In fr
