Fyar picked up an apple. "When I went to get info on my tournament match. When I opened the door, he was already dead in a... well, unnatural state. I can't really say, since we're eating." After saying that, Fyar bit into the apple.
Rasie nodded again, understanding. "And you got blamed?"
"Yeah, pretty much," Fyar confirmed. "I saw the woman hand over a body part from the gang boss and leave. By chance, his men were right behind me, and the situation turned chaotic."
"You managed to escape that?" Rasie asked again.
"Yeah." Fyar's face darkened slightly. "I had to kill some people I knew, too. And I'd say I came very close to dying."
Seeing Fyar's expression change and realizing what he'd been through, Rasie felt a bit of sympathy. "Does it affect you?"
