It's Burris. Burris is here.
I stayed frozen looking at the back of his head until the sound of pain spilled from Tyrone's throat again. Only then did the mixed feelings in my heart finally settle down.
It was through Burris's shoulder that I saw he was holding Tyrone's neck in one hand, his pale five fingers closing in.
Oddly enough, Tyrone didn't put up any resistance, just like I had just done.
Catching my eye, Tyrone glanced at me as well.
Then a bizarre scene occurred.
Tyrone's eyes surprisingly turned blood red as he looked at me and slowly curled his lips.
Before I could marvel at Tyrone's becoming vampire-like pupils, I suddenly realized with alarm that my body was moving uncontrollably.
With great speed, I took the knife Tyrone was still holding and turned around and aimed
