[Trigger Warning: This chapter contains explicit content including violence, death, and strong language. Proceed with caution.]
For a good minute, the area stilled.
Even the wind in the terminal seemed to soften in fear. Everyone could only stare at their fallen colleague in horror, watching as blood spurted from the side of his neck in short, ragged gasps until deafening silence took over.
"Ah."
Suddenly, Ashley's voice echoed.
Everyone took a step back, watching her rise to her feet, eyes wide. She gazed at her bloody hand, the chopstick still clutched between her fingers, slicked with red.
Her lashes fluttered up, meeting the men standing meters away. She studied the tattoos visible on their skin, recognizing the recurring symbol inked on them.
Knights.
