(What the hell is going on here?) – thought GreyHunt as he started looking around himself, realizing he was in some sort of busy city streets, as countless number of people were walking around.
(Where the hell am I? I've tried to chase after the Murder…. But was I teleported somewhere else again?)
"…"
"Hey. Seven." – said GreyHunt.
"That bloodlust… Do you feel it again?"
"…"
"?"
"Hey seven!" – said GreyHunt as he lifted up his gun.
"?!"
"Seven?" – however, upon closer inspection, GreyHunt quickly realized something… His gun [Arch Devil Seven] wasn't really… Alive anymore.
"!?"
(Wait, what…. No…)
"…"
(He is not dead.)
(More like…. This isn't him?)
(…No wait… Why is nobody reacting to me pulling out a gun in the middle of the street?!) – thought GreyHunt as he quickly hid his revolver.
"…"
(Or more exactly…. Why is nobody reacting to me?) – thought GreyHunt as he realized that all the people on the streets were humans.
Regular humans.
Citizens.
