Vonjo leaned against the cracked hallway wall, his lips curling into an amused grin as he watched the robbers scramble like frightened rats.
"Hehehe, what should I do? I feel like I want to act on something my body is urging me to do.
"Should I corner them or just let them go? After all, if I do, they might come back to the old fellas. It would be a problem if I don't solve this right here, right now."
Their boots slapped against the bloodstained tiles, their ragged breathing echoing down the corridor as they fled from the roaring laughter of the sandman behind them.
He didn't chase, didn't move—he simply watched, the thrill of the scene warming something deep inside him.
When he finally decided to move, he did so leisurely, his boots clicking softly against the floor before his bloodline ability devoured even that sound.
He descended the stairwell and slipped into the alley outside, knowing instinctively where the survivors would emerge.
