The girl stood frozen in place, her body refusing to respond no matter how hard her mind screamed at it.
What… What just happened?
Just a moment ago, they were all beside her. She could still hear their breathing, still feel the heat of their bodies close to hers. And now—now their bodies were scattered across the ground like broken dolls. Blood soaked into the floor, spreading toward her feet.
Her lips trembled.
"Wh…"
Bang!
The sound came from behind her.
A sharp pain exploded at the back of her head before everything went dark. Her body dropped forward, collapsing into the pool of blood that was no longer just her teammates'.
"The light already turned green, bitch."
Felix walked past her fallen body, a revolver still in his hand. Thin smoke drifted from the barrel as he casually flicked his wrist. He didn't even look twice at the corpse, only clicking his tongue in disgust.
Behind him, Lyra laughed lightly, her shoulders shaking.
"That was harsh, Felix."
