When 18061819 (Six) cast a look around, only the silence of being alone, and its wrecked aftermath remained with him.
He stabbed the end of the blade on the ground.
He stood still, cold, and quiet, as he condescendingly glanced at nothing in particular.
Closing his eyes for a while, the ears are listening to every wall, each unfamiliar voice resounding behind his mind.
By looking at him, no one can tell whether he was in a complicated mood or whether he regrets letting those people escape just so easily.
When he opened his eyes once again, the bloodlust emotion was gone in a second, replaced with a blank look, and the surging blood running on his veins is now pulsing back to normal as the heart beats at its normal pace.
All the wounds also healed, making his body back to the pe
