#clitcomander

Blood trickled to the floor, marking the stone with red; it was followed by the cold metal sound of a small blade crashing down. Not long after, a slender frame came down with a small thud that knocked out the air that remained within his lungs. The bandages of his uniform were no longer white and hardly any of them were in place. Face was already revealed; a very tired and defeated stare could be seen within his eyes. A broken spirit was in clear view. The torn fabrics of his suit revealed the wounds underneath; they bled and further stained the stone floor with their red blood.