Zombie knocked on a door and once he did, Tristan came out with satisfied expression as if he had done something.
"Ah...may I ask what you are here for?" Tristan asked with a blank face.
"I know what you do. I know what you are. However, I will overlook those," Zombie said with a serious expression.
"Is that so...?" Tristian said with a very slight smile and while titling his head.
"You can revive dead bodies right?" Zombie said, his expressions serious and not changing whatsoever. "I want you to revive someone."
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Kael had left Elephant City and had also returned to the police station office, where he was sitting in front of ???, who had a serious expression.
"I see. So that is what happened. Well, I guess you have technically completed your mission," ??? said while folding his hands together. "You can go."
Kael got up and left, closing the door behind him. "I guess I can relax now," He thought. "Maybe I'll go to school tomorrow...yea right. I ain't goin' there any time soon."
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Zombie was against the wall, ropes surrounding his entire body, his arms were held up by chains that were attached to the ceiling and he could not remove a single inch. "What...the hell happened to me?"
He was in dark room, filled with blood stains and tools for torture. Though, that was not the worst part.
Tristan was standing in front of him with a creepy expression, though not very clear. He had a blank expression, literally expressionless. However, there was a small tiny smile and the way his eyes were slightly sharpened made it extremely creepy. "Now, now...."
"It's interesting how much love people have for others," Tristian said, sliding his knife across Zombie's bare chest.
Suddenly, Zombie felt the knife going deeper into his body. However, Zombie didn't scream. He didn't even show a change of expression or a single sound. He simply stayed still.
"I must say...you're no fun. Most people would have already screamed by now," Tristian said, pushing the knife deeper. "But that just makes me want to torture you more."
Tristain takes out a drilling machine and uses it on Zombie, causing immense pain. He could feel the drilling machine drill into his bones and muscles. However, even despite this, he didn't scream.
"ah... how Impressive," Tristan said, putting on his jacket. "Now...who did you want to revive?"
Zombie's eyes slightly widened. "You are going to revive her?"
Tristian with a creepy and slight smile. "Of course...consider it a reward for all of the torture you suffered."
Zombie sharpened his eyes. "I don't believe him. As soon as he releases me, I'll kill him. He can revive dead bodies but there aren't any here," He thought.
Zombie then kept quiet while Tristan removed the ropes and the chains, causing Zombie to be released.
As soon as Zombie was released, he slowly approached Tristan and tried to touch him. Which he did. However, instead of Tristan fainting right there, he simply turned around and calmly looked at the hand, which was placed on his shoulder.
He then slowly looked at Zombie. And suddenly, as soon as Tristan's lips formed a slight evil smile, Zombie's upper and lower body got split in half, almost like a cake.
The most strange thing was that Tristan hadn't moved an inch and was now simply staring at Zombie's dead body. "H-how...? I clearly...touched him...? Is this truly the end?"
In Zombie's last moments, he grabbed Tristan's leg and took out the book, which made Tristain faint and probably die if no one puts the book back into his body. "At least...I took him out with me."
Zombie died thinking that he had killed Tristan but in the next moment, he stood up.
"How beautiful it is when people fight back," Tristian said with a slightly creepy smile. "Ah, how amusing. Blood really turns me on. However, I mustn't. I must control myself...for my next masterpiece."
Tristan looked at Zombie, who was lying on the ground, his upper and lower body split and the color in his eyes completely disappeared. It was clear that he was dead.
Tristan kept staring at Zombie's dead body for a good minute, his head slightly tilted. "Ah, I almost forgot. I have to pray after every painting."
Tristain put his hands together and muttered a couple of words. Once he was complete, he left the house completely satisfied. "Ah...who should be my next painting?"
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Alex was eating dinner with Lever in a random restaurant.
"What's wrong? You seem depressed?" Lever asked, his eyebrow slightly raising. "Is something troubling you?"
"Depressed? Am I not always depressed?" Alex said with a serious face.
"No...that's not it. You seem...more troubled then usual," Lever said, his eyes sharpening as if suspecting something.
"Well...I just have a bad feeling," Alex said, taking a bite of the food. "Might be the medications."
"Probably," Lever said, returning back to eating.