★ALPHA JERICHO★
As the rogue dropped dead in front of me with his bloodshot eyes widely open and blood gushing out of his gashed neck, my face contorted into a grimace branding revulsion.
Murmurs arose from the gathered crowds, every one of them had a distraught and horrified look etched on their faces.
However, as I peered down at the Rogue's worthless corpse once again, my rage intensified. If only I knew he'd kill himself. Perhaps, I’d have been quick to prevent it. Nonetheless, there was no need to wail over spilled milk.
Raising my head to address my people, I gulped hard and then started: “People of the Blurry Fur Pack, indeed this sudden occurrence is quite unfortunate. I sincerely apologize to anyone who must have suffered from this tragedy. Alas, some of the guards also lost
