The nun in white, she appeared in front of the saint killer yet again. She leaned against the mossy walls and stared at him in quiet, her face covered with a veil. Something was brewing in her head, and that very same thought had brought a smile to her lips. The killer, on the other hand, remains seated on the ground, panting with a fever from having poisoned himself intentionally.
"You tried to poison your blood so you could poison the general…" With a smirk on her face, the nun slowly lowered herself into squatting with her back scraping against the mossy walls. "Too bad, he's immune. Besides, did you really think his minions wouldn't purify the blood?"
Slowly turning his head towards her, the killer chuckled weakly.
"You're telling me I ate the dark moss for nothing?" Shaking his head with a crazed smile, the killer lowered his head slightly. "I think I knew that it wouldn't work, but I had to try."
"You wanna kill him?" The nun asked in a whisper.
