The moment Rin's body hit the ground, a heavy silence smothered the crowd like a thick fog. His breaths were faint, barely noticeable, his small frame motionless except for the slight rise and fall of his chest. The silver collar around his neck glinted cruelly against his pale skin, catching the dim light of the setting sun. He was already unconscious, his face peaceful yet hauntingly still, as if the fight had drained every ounce of life from him.
The enforcer with a strict face carved from stone, gave a curt nod. "Finally! Take him away," he barked, his voice cutting through the quiet like a blade.
