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I can’t look away at my trembling hands full of Katana’s blood. Fear gripped my throat, fear flooded my whole being and fear of losing her is making my head paralyzed. Hindi ko kailanman naramdaman ang ganitong klaseng tokot. Not until now, not until I witness how bullet dug in her chest, bleeding continuously, unmoving and almost out of breath.
“This is all your fault!?”
I snapped.
Napatanga ako sa sumigaw at hinarap ang ina ni Katana na nanggagalaiti sa galit at dinuduro ako. I can’t say a single word because it is really my fault.
“Katana didn’t deserve this! My daughter didn’t deserve a Revanche!”
I’m about to say sorry when her palm slapped my face. Nanatiling nakatabing lang ang mukha ko patagilid at tulala dahil hindi ko nararamdaman ang sakit. The terror streaked throu
