Standing in front of Kelvin, with his hands tucked in his front pockets, was a man whose face and aura would put the Gods to shame. He was just that enticingly handsome.
"Cris…?" Kelvin whispered, blinking in confusion while the darkness slowly creeped to his consciousness.
Meanwhile, Cris, Zeke, Kai and Xavier were at a loss for words. They had a hard time connecting this bloodbath to the frail and gentle young man they'd known.
Especially Cris. He couldn't imagine Kelvin capable of violence but what they're seeing now is hard to deny.
Kelvin is standing, full of cuts and bruises that make Cris angry but from his demeanour and the rifle he is carrying Cris knows that he will give a good fight.
Cris remembered that when they're just a few distance away, they heard multiple gunshot
