"?"
Ron instantly dropped Quân to the ground, but before he could touch the cold ground, Ron clenched his hand tightly, causing Quân to be pulled up into the air.
After Quân was in a relatively safe position, Ron took a defensive stance, this time he only used a knife and the fishing line with one hand.
He gathered his momentum, preparing to lunge forward to take down the opponent, when suddenly his shoulders felt heavily weighed down.
"Ugh!"
Ron unexpectedly fell down, he could not move his body parts, at this moment he felt someone sitting on his back.
"Why so battered? Having to use this entire pile of strings just to control your own body?"
Hearing that, Ron tried to twist his body to roll over, he understood that if that person meddled, Quân would face trouble.
But Ron could not, because he had lost the ability to connect his mana.
"..."
Ron could not open his mouth to speak either, his eyes also went still, like a puppet that had lost its strings.
"These things are quite easy to use, aren't they? You knew that yet you allowed this entire pile of reliant strings to enter right into your blood vessels and muscles?"
That person tore Ron's outer coat apart, that thick coat was ripped to pieces in a single motion like a pile of rags.
The strange individual slipped his hand inside the coat, messing with the cluster of strings on Ron's back.
Ron could not breathe, could not tense his muscles, because with just one wrong movement, he would die an abrupt death.
"Your name is Ron? Ron Irus?"
Ron could not answer, he could only silently listen to the following words.
"Alright, alright, forget about that.
You... are peculiar".
That person stood up, leaving Ron alone, Ron could only slowly regain control of his mana, he did it gently, so that person would not notice.
But that short bald fellow only laughed softly, then walked into the darkness of the hospital.
Only now could Ron see that one side of that person's face had hundreds of scars, burn marks that distorted his face and carved the word "DEMON" onto it.
"Do not make noise, that other person needs to sleep.
Besides, I have no intention of killing you. I am only here to do some business. I do not want to do that".
That fellow vanished completely into the darkness, while Ron only then creaked to his feet like a wooden puppet.
"?"
WHOOSH~
A cold wind brushed past Ron's face, Ron touched his face, feeling a horizontal gash on his cheek.
It was not too deep, but enough for Ron to feel an absurdly cold sensation.
'You need to pay more attention, you are wrong'.
Ron thought of that sentence, it did not belong to him.
But rather to... the wind.
"Why?"
Ron thought for a few seconds, then looked at his hand, touched his face again, then he began to look toward Quân, he changed his mind, he was turning into a fool, the worst kind.
Ron immediately calmed himself down, he should not and could not lose his composure.
Ron opened the hospital door, he began to go search for what was necessary.
He believed that person would not attack him again, this was a well founded deduction. But it was mainly due to that fellow's caprice and his 'goodwill', despite that, he still sensed something unusual.
'Have I ever met him somewhere?' Ron thought.
Suddenly, he turned his head to look back at the hospital lobby, then looked around, he looked further at the ceiling and thought for a few more seconds.
On a blood covered wall was a stroke mark pointing upward.
...
"And that is what I went through".
A young boy sat with a young girl, they leaned their backs against each other, resting together on the rooftop of a tall building.
Their faces were smeared with blood, their expressions filled with despair like soulless individuals.
The boy let out a weary sigh.
He clutched his stomach, hunger and exhaustion had caused his light to gradually fade away.
As for the girl, she held her own eyes, which had fallen from her face long ago, she was nearly blind and was crying blood with visible agony.
Both of them were like people waiting for death, like dogs that had been beaten and tortured without being able to resist at all.
They were waiting for a reality that would kill them right afterward.
"Ugh, ugh, wah".
The boy was the first to react, he held his head, then collapsed, crying out softly before fainting.
"I am sorry, I..."
The girl covered her face then tried to use her hands to stop the blood pouring from her eye sockets. Her pain was surging.
She flailed her hands, searching for the boy and hugging him from behind, she gritted her teeth and cast away her eyes on the ground, leaving those once beautiful eyes stained with the color of dust.
Knock knock.
Click!
"!?"
The blind girl turned around, but she could not see anything clearly, so she began to use magic to prepare for a fight.
She panted heavily, trying to squeeze out a spell.
Even so, what use was a blind girl?
Speed.
Reflex.
SLASH~
The girl suddenly froze, she was held fixed in place and could not breathe.
Blood had engulfed both the girl's nose and mouth, causing her to suffocate because of her own self.
The next thing she remembered before being strangled was a strange sentence.
"As expected, there are still people left".