Following the Broker's information, he lay in wait for his target on the road. Soon, the carriage arrived. The Guards were no match for him; he completed his task with exceptional lethality.
Just then, a noise came from the carriage. His long-cultivated vigilance made him subconsciously draw his gun and fire.
The shotgun blast swept over the entire carriage, and the noise was utterly silenced.
But the satisfaction from his slaughter proved fleeting; regret bound him tighter than any chains.
Proud of his quick reaction, he opened the carriage door. He found not an enemy, but a woman cradling a child, their bodies grievously wounded by gunfire and utterly lifeless.
Dismas gazed somberly at the corpses inside the carriage, seized by the brutal scene. He felt a cold shackle called regret tightly bind his heart.
The scene became Dismas's persistent nightmare—a pursuer he could never shake, a prison he could never escape.
