An impulse to twist and crush the world with his bare hands. It was a dark, dark feeling, like the roaring waves of a typhoon that could swallow heaven and earth whole.
Was he doomed in this life to lose anything he ever wanted?
When the black, wave-like emotions finally receded, Chaisi found himself still standing in the middle of the room.
His hands trembled slightly for a moment before falling still again.
Other than that, the room and the person in it were surprisingly unharmed.
There were no bodies at his feet, no furniture smashed to pieces... Considering the impulse that had just blackened his vision, even Chaisi himself was a little surprised.
Although he had controlled his anger, the black, stormy emotion of that moment had clearly been too intense. So intense that it had even struck the Hunter across from him.
Chaisi pulled out a chair, dropped into it, and crossed one leg over the other.
Only then did he lift his eyes. "Put the gun away. You won't need it."
