Rion didn't know how it started or how he managed to keep his eyes tightly closed when the agonizing continuous tick of gunshots, alongside screams of suffering, pain, and grunts of disarray, started to linger across the hall.
With the sounds of, which Rion thinks, thuds of body falling on the ground and hisses of dying voices yearning for someone to help them and supply oxygen in their lungs while manually pumping their hearts to prolong one's life, seconds are enough.
It just pummelled through his realization when a familiar presence walked back to the scene in a minute of isolation.
“Keep your eyes closed, Rion Nathan. You're doing well. It'll be over soon,” Vanity whispered shakily, her low voice full of guilt integrating with groans of mishaps and regrets, people probably having fl
