Chapter 12: Good Dog
[You didn’t flinch at the appearance of the corpses, and neither did their deaths affect you. But, knowing that the situation was becoming mess at this moment, your expression grew heavy, and you narrowed your eyes.]
[Inside the silent mansion, lit only by the full moon shining through the windows — its light glowing crimson, seemingly in response to all the bloodshed — you didn’t feel despair. Instead, you thought this was a chance. So, you moved, trying to escape from the mansion.]
[Your idea was good, and your execution was perfect. You even managed to slip out of the house unnoticed by whoever, or whatever, group was targeting Selena’s people. But it turned out, running away any farther from the house wasn’t an option. Around the mansion was a kind of barrier, one that prevented any form of escape.]
[It seemed like the piece of land the mansion sat on had been cut off from the outside world. Around it was something like a membrane of space, thick and unyielding, where no matter what you did — you couldn’t tear through it.]
["Looks like one rat got away," you suddenly heard from behind you.]
[Turning your head, you saw a group of men in black clothes. Some were sitting, some leaning against the walls, and others standing, all of them looking at you with amused expressions.]
[You looked at them all without a shred of fear, already preparing yourself to struggle — if only a little.]
[You didn’t try to talk with them. Conversations only happen between equals, and you knew you were not equal to them — not in their eyes, at least.]
[Your pride also didn’t allow you to beg. The idea of pathetically lowering yourself was impossible. That’s why your only option was to fight... fight with all your might — then die.]
[Things went just like you thought. But instead of even putting up a fight, you were casually struck down. Your body slammed into the wall, bones breaking under the impact.]
[You couldn’t resist. You couldn’t move. And those assassins? They laughed.]
["Such spirit," one of them said mockingly, grinning, "Too bad you’re just another decorative corpse at best."]